"What sort of an upbringing is that ?" "_Non cuivis contingit adire Corinthum_," quoth Alleyne.
"Come, brother Stephen, he hath some tincture of letters," said the melancholy man more hopefully.

"He may be the better judge, since he hath no call to side with either of us.

Now, attention, friend, and let your ears work as well as your nether jaw.

_Judex damnatur_--you know the old saw.

Here am I upholding the good fame of the learned Duns Scotus against the foolish quibblings and poor silly reasonings of Willie Ockham." "While I," quoth the other loudly, "do maintain the good sense and extraordinary wisdom of that most learned William against the crack-brained fantasies of the muddy Scotchman, who hath hid such little wit as he has under so vast a pile of words, that it is like one drop of Gascony in a firkin of ditch-water.