Orleans. I know him to be valiant.
Constable. I was told that by one that knows him better than you.
Orleans. What’s he?
Constable. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, he car’d not who knew it.
Henry V. Shakespear.
He never broke any man’s head but his own, and
that was against a post when he was drunk.
Ibid.
Millament. Sententious Mirabell! pr’ythee don’t look with that violent and inflexible wise face, like Solomon at the dividing of the child in an old tapestry hanging.
Way of the world.
A true critic in the perusal of a book, is like a dog at a feast, whose thoughts and stomach are wholly set upon what the guests fling away, and consequently is apt to snarl most when there are the fewest bones.
Tale of a Tub.