Of a little thing
You are a pretty peat, indifferent fair too.
Maid of Honour, IV., 3, 83:
Bertoldo. Since she alone, in the abstract of herself,
That small but ravishing substance, comprehends
Whatever is, or can be wish'd, in the
Idea of a woman!
The Bashful Lover, I., 1, 116:
Hortensio. My little friend, good morrow.
(Cf. III., 1, 28, where “Ascanio” has to be carried.)