Lord how the peat will turne and skip.”
Workes (Weedes), p. 285. ed. 1587.
Sir Philip Sidney in a sonnet;
“Good brother Philip, I haue borne you long,
I was content you should in fauour creepe,
While craftily you seem’d your cut to keepe,
As though that faire soft hand did you great wrong.”
Astrophel and Stella, p. 548. ed. 1613.
Brome in The Northern Lasse, 1632;
“A bonny bonny Bird I had