This dull product of a scoffer's pen.

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.

She was never a dull moment. All she really needed was a pen and paper, and she could sit there and write for hours, or draw. In a way, she was artistic.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.

Like a dull actor nowI have forgot my part and I am out,Even to a full disgrace.

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.