More Innkeeper’s Hospitality

John Fothergill, An Innkeeper’s Diary (London: Chatto and Windus, 1934), p. 70:

At lunch there were two people, perhaps Colonial, a nice-looking woman and her husband, fat and bald save for some rust-coloured hair, rust freckles and a rust-coloured suit. He asked for Evian water, which I had said I hadn’t got, but I added, ‘You ought to try our Thame water—it’s supposed to be very good for –rusting tanks’; and seeing the quite accidental but apt application to the rusty fat gentleman I turned to the woman and said with a smile, ‘Rather a rude thing to say, wasn’t it?’

My Head is as Full of Latin as an Egg’s Full of Oatmeal

Robert Greene (1558-1592), Plays, ed. by T.H. Dickinson (London: T. Fisher Unwin, [1909]), p. 296 [Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (c. 1589), Act V, Scene I]:

MILES:
A scholar, quoth you! marry, sir, I would I had been made a bottle-maker when I was made a scholar; for I can get neither to be a deacon, reader, nor schoolmaster, no, not the clerk of a parish. Some call me a dunce; another saith my head is as full of Latin as an egg’s full of oatmeal [...]A scholar, quoth you!