All the way from Braine to Sermoise I was thinking of what my mother would say when she saw it.

Let's beate out his braines with our Irons.

In vaine I feare, I beate my braines about, Proouing by search to finde my mistresse out.

Because he loves his booke and doates on that, And onely studies how to know things excellent, Above the reach of such course braines as yours, Such muddy fancies, that never will know farther Then when to cut your Vines, and cozen Merchants, And choake your hide-bound Tenants with musty harvests.

Mar. De brave braine by garre, not a whit of the flower of wit in it.

And I do thinke, or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie, so sure As I haue vs'd to do: that I haue found