And on here bare knees adoun they falle,
And wolde han kist his feet ther as he stood,
Till atte laste aslaked was his mood.
Chaucer, The Knightes Tale, 900.
And as a lion skulking all in night
Far off in pastures, and, come home, all dight
In jaws and breastlocks with an oxe’s blood
New feasted on him, his looks full of mood,
So looked Ulysses.
Chapman, Homer’s Odysseis, xxii. 518.