Lord W. How does this fool, for want of solid greatness, swell with empty ceremony, and fortify himself with outworks! That a man must dig thro’ rubbish to come at an ass. English Friar.
6.
Cast Books.
Waiting maid. I have a new Bible too; and when my Lady left her Practice of Piety, she gave it me. Newcastle.
7.
Good at guessing
Nay, good Mr. Constable, you are e’en the luckiest at being wise that ever I knew. Newcastle.
8.
Essays at Essays.
1. O eternal blockhead, did you never write Essays?
2. I did essay to write Essays, but I cannot say I writ Essays. Newcastle.
9.
Hard words.
Indiscerptibility, and Essential Spissitude: words which, though I am no competent judge of, for want of languages, yet I fancy strongly ought to mean nothing. Mrs. Afra Behn.