“Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants, like a maker of pincushions; thou art in truth (metaphorically speaking) a speaker of shorthand.”

Act IV, scene ix
The Way of the World (1700)

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British writer 1670–1729

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