How like a younker or a prodigal
The scarfèd bark puts from her native bay,
Hugged and embracèd by the strumpet wind.
Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 6.
See how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Trimmed like a younker, prancing to his love.
Id., 3 Henry VI., act ii. sc. 1.
Venus loved the younker Adonis better than the warrior Mars.—Dodoen, History of Plants, p. 656.