No rest is to be found

The point is plain as a pike-staff.

As clear as a whistle.

Some say, that Signor Bononcini, Compared to Handel's a mere ninny; Others aver, to him, that Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle. Strange! that such high dispute should be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

Christians, awake! salute the happy morn, Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born.

Take time enough: all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places.

Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.