Fuller abounds with figures and illustrations in which learning and humour are excellently intermingled.  “They that marry where they do not love, will love where they do not marry.”  “He knows little, who will tell his wife all he knows.”  Speaking of children, he says that a man complained that never father had so undutiful a child as he.  “Yes,” said the son, “my grandfather had.”  Alluding to servants, and saying that the Emperor Charles the Fifth being caught in a tempest had many horses thrown overboard to save the lives of the slaves—­which were not of so great market-value—­he asks, “Are there not many that in such a case had rather save Jack the horse than Jockey the keeper?” Of widows’ evil speaking he observes, “Foolish is their project who, by raking up bad savours against their former husbands, think thereby to perfume their bed for a second marriage.”  Of celibacy he says, “If Christians be forced to run races for their lives, the unmarried have the advantage of being lighter by many ounces!”

Speaking of the “Controversial Divine,” he says, “What? make the Muses, yea the Graces scolds?  Such purulent spittle argues exulcerated lungs.  Why should there be so much railing about the body of Christ, when there was none about the body of Moses in the act kept betwixt the devil and Michael, the Archangel?” On schoolmasters he wrote, “That schoolmaster deserves to be beaten himself, who beats Nature in a boy for a fault.  And I question whether all the whipping in the world can make their parts, that are naturally sluggish, rise one minute before the hour Nature hath appointed.”

The following are some good sayings that have been selected from his works by an eminent humorist:—­

     Virtue in a short person. “His soul had but a short diocese to
     visit, and therefore might the better attend the effectual
     informing thereof.”

     Intellect in a very tall one. “Oft times such, who are built four
     storeys high, are observed to have little in their cock-loft.”

     Mr. Perkins, the Divine. “He would pronounce the word Damn with
     such an emphasis, as left a doleful echo in his auditor’s ears a
     good while after.”

     Memory. “Philosophers place it in the rear of the head; and it
     seems the mine of memory lies there, because men there naturally
     dig for it, scratching it when they are at a loss.”

To this we may add something from his “Holy State,”—­a pleasant and profitable work, in which Fuller is happy in making his humour subserve the best ends:—­Of “The Good Wife,” he says, “She never crosseth her husband in the spring-tide of his anger, but stays till it be ebbing-water.  And then mildly she argues the matter, not so much to condemn him as to acquit herself.  Surely men, contrary to iron, are worst to be wrought upon when they are hot, and are far more tractable in cold blood.  It is an