He would have them exchange those robust exercises which make us joyous in the performance, and vigorous in the consequences, for the wise labour of scratching our heads for a rhyme and counting our fingers for a verse.
Monkeys were as good men as these.

A nation of such animals would have no chance with a single regiment of the old English votaries of beef and pudding.

He never saw any thing come of learning but to make people foppish and impertinent; and a sensible man would not wish a worse calamity to the enemies of his nation, than to see them run mad after such pernicious absurdities.

It was impossible that people could seriously feel any liking for such a ridiculous piece of goods as this outlandish foreign-made Englishman.

But he knew very well how it was: it was a miserable piece of mummery that was played only in spite of him.
But God for ever blast his soul, if he were not bitterly revenged upon them all! If such were the sentiments of Mr.Tyrrel, his patience found ample exercise in the language which was held by the rest of his neighbours on the same subject.