His name, I fear, will still sound somewhat ill in your ears, but I can assure you all the ill for you lies in the sound.

Mr.Prywell would not hurt a hair of your head: the truth is, he does not know whether there is a hair on your head or no.

This man's name comes to him and sticks to him, not because he pries into your affairs, for he does not, and never did, but because he is so drawn down into his own.

Mr.Prywell has no eye for your windows and he has no ear for your doors.

If your servant is a leaky slave, Prywell, of all your neighbours, has no ear for his idle tales.