In lieu, they carry in one corner of their craniums, a drop or two of attar of roses; charily used, the supply being small.

They are the victims of two incurable maladies: stone in the heart, and ossification of the head.

They are full of fripperies, fopperies, and finesses; knowing not, that nature should be the model of art.

Yet, they might appear less silly than they do, were they content to be the plain idiots which at bottom they are.

For there be grains of sense in a simpleton, so long as he be natural.