Catches, canons and drinking songs
“Fie, nay prithee John, do not quarrel man, let’s be merry and drink about,”
“You’re a rogue, you’ve cheated me, I’ll prove’t before this company, I caren’t a farthing Sir, for all you are so stout,”
“Sir, you lie, I scorn your word or any man that wears a sword, for all you huff who cares a turd, or who cares for you?”