He Is As Full Of

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.