And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took 't away again.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called the untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
God save the mark.