Graunde Amoure,
sent thither by Fame to be instructed by the seven ladies of science,
fell in love with her, and ultimately married her. After his death,
Remembrance wrote his "epitaphy on his graue."--S. Hawes, _The
Passe-tyme of Pleasure_ (1506, printed 1515).

=Pucelle= (_La_), a surname given to Joan of Arc, the "Maid of Orleans"
(1410-1431).

=Puck=, generally called Hobgoblin. Same as Robin Goodfellow. Shakespeare,
in _Midsummer Night's Dream_, represents him as "a very Shetlander among
the gossamer-winged, dainty-limbed fairies, strong enough to knock all
their heads together, a rough, knurly-limbed, fawn-faced, shock-pated,
mischievous little urchin."

He [_Oberon_] meeteth Puck, which most men call
Hobgoblin, and on him doth fall,
With words from phrenzy spoken.
"Hoh! hoh!" quoth Hob; "God save your grace...."

Drayton, _Nymphidia_ (1593).

=Pudding= (_Jack_), a gormandizing clown. In French he is called _Jean
Potage_; in Dutch, _Pickle-Herringe_; in Italian, _Macar[=o]ni_; in
German, _John Sausage_ (Hanswurst).

=Puff=, servant of Captain Loveit, and husband of Tag, of whom he stands
in awe.--D. Garrick, _Miss in Her Teens_ (1753).

_Puff_ (_Mr._), a man who had tried his hand on everything to get a
living, and at last resorts to criticism. He says of himself, "I am a
practitioner in panegyric, or to speak more plainly, a professor of the
art of puffing."

"I open," says Puff, "with a clock striking, to beget an awful
attention in the audience; it also marks the time, which is four
o'clock in the morning, and saves a description of the rising sun,
and a great deal about gilding the eastern hemisphere."--Sheridan,
_The Critic_, i. 1 (1779).

"God forbid," says Mr. Puff, "that in a free country, all the fine
words in the language should be engrossed by the highest characters
of the piece."--Sir W. Scott, _The Drama_.

_Puff_, publisher. He says:

"Panegyric and praise! and what will that do with the public? Why,
who will give money to be told that Mr. Such-a-one is a wiser and
better man than himself? No, no! 'tis quite, and clean out of
nature. A good, sousing satire, now, well powdered with personal
pepper, and seasoned with the spirit of party, that demolishes a
conspicuous character, and sinks him below our own level--there,
there, we are pleased; there we chuckle and grin, and toss the