So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald, unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer’d indirectly, as I said;
And I beseech you, let not this report
Come current for an accusation
Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.
Shakespeare.
FROM “LOVE’S LABOUR’S LOST”
THIS fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,