NE 'ud think, an hear some folks talk, as the men war 'cute enough to count the corns in a bag o' wheat wi' only smelling at it. They can see through a barn door, they can. Perhaps that's the reason they see so little o' this side on't.
Mrs. Poyser, in George Eliot's Adam Bede.
HY flattering picture, Phryne, 's like to thee
Only in this—that you both painted be.
John Donne.
ITHOUT black velvet breeches, what is man?
John Bramston, Man of Taste.