Thomas Nash

“Grosse plodders they were all, that had some learning and reading, but no wit to make use of it.”

“Unhappy me," quoth she, "and will't not stand? Come, let me rub and chafe it with my hand. Perhaps the silly worm is laboured sore And wearièd that it can do no more.”

“What is Logicke but the highe waie to wrangling, contayning in it a world of bibble babble. Need we anie of your Greek, Latine, Hebrue, or anie such gibbrage, when we have the word of God in English?”