| Quotes |
Topic |
| Nonsense | For blocks are better cleft with wedges, Tan tools of sharp or subtle edges, And dullest nonsense has been found By some to be the most profound. |
| Opinion | Sure 'tis an orthodox opinion, That grace is founded in dominion. |
| Opinion | With books and money placed, for show Like nest eggs, to make clients lay, And for his false opinion pay. |
| Oratory | For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope. |
| Owls | The Roman senate, when within The city walls an owl was seen, Did cause their clergy, with lustrations . . . . The round-fac'd prodigy t' avert, From doing town or country hurt. |
| Peace | The trenchant blade Toledo trusty. For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. |
| Perception | As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon't. |
| Philosophy | Beside, he was a shrewd philosopher, And had read ev'ry text and gloss over Whate'er the crabbed'st author hath, He understood b' implicit faith. |
| Pleasure | Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated as to cheat. |
| Poetry | For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. |
| Poets | And poets by their sufferings grow,-- As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent. |
| Preaching | And pulpit, drum ecclesiastic, Was beat with fist instead of a stick. |
| Proverbial Phrases | Through thick and thin. |
| Proverbial Phrases | To swallow gudgeons ere they're catch'd. And count their chickens ere they're hatch'd. |
| Prudence | Look before you ere you leap. |
| Prudence | 'Tis true no lover has that pow'r T' enforce a desperate amour, As he that has two strings t' his bow, And burns for love and money too. |
| Punishment | Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel's of by th' blow, Some kick'd until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather. |
| Rebellion | The worst of rebels never arm To do their king or country harm, But draw their swords to do them good, As doctors cure by letting blood. |
| Reform | The oyster-women lock'd their fish up, And trudged away to cry, No Bishop. |
| Religion | As if Religion were intended For nothing else but to be mended. |
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