Samuel Foote

So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber.

Born in a cellar... and living in a garret.

Born in a cellar and living in a garret.

Death and the dice level all distinctions.

When house and land are gone and spent, then learning is most excellent.

He is not only dull in himself, but the cause of dullness in others.