‘We must be running up and downe
With cannes of beere (malt sod in fishes broth),
And those they say are fil’d with nick and froth.’
(Rowland’s Knave of Harts.)
‘From the nick and froth of a penny pot-house.’
(Fletcher.)
‘Our pots were full quarted,
We were not thus thwarted
With froth-canne and nick-pot,
And such nimble quick shot.’