My purpose was to speak somewhat, as needs must be, of the artificer, the author of this book.
To what Artificer, is not Picture, a great pleasure and Commoditie?
The drops of dew which the artificer had sprinkled on the flowers were diamonds.
The labours of the husbandman and the artificer she has forborne.
You thought the Artificer had designed him for a priest of the church.