A wooden loggerhead said to a young wench, It is long since I saw you, bag; All the better, cried she, pipe.

Set them together, said Panurge, then blow in their arses, it will be a bagpipe.

We saw, after that, a diminutive humpbacked gallant, pretty near us, taking leave of a she-relation of his, thus: Fare thee well, friend hole; she reparteed, Save thee, friend peg.

Quoth Friar John, What could they say more, were he all peg and she all hole?
But now would I give something to know if every cranny of the hole can be stopped up with that same peg.
A bawdy bachelor, talking with an old trout, was saying, Remember, rusty gun.

I will not fail, said she, scourer.