The Spanish Curate: A Comedy

Mil. Good Doctor, do not school me For a fault you are not free from: On my life Were all Heirs in Corduba, put to their Oaths, They would confess with me, 'tis a sound Tenet: I am sure Leandro do's. Ars. He is th'owner Of a fair Estate. Mil. And fairly he deserves it, He's a Royal Fellow: yet observes a mean In all his courses, careful too on whom He showers his bounties: he that's liberal To all alike, may do a good by chance, But never out of Judgment: This invites The prime men of the City to frequent All places he resorts to, and are happy In his sweet Converse.