He was as true as ever did fight.
From Bonduca, produced before March, 1619: Act v, sc. 2, Dyce, V, 88.
It was an old tale, ten thousand times told,
Of a young lady was turnd into mould,
Her life it was lovely, her death it was bold.
From The Two Noble Kinsmen, printed in 1634, Act iii, sc. 4; Dyce, XI, 383.
For I’ll cut my green coat a foot above my knee,
And I’ll clip my yellow locks an inch below mine ee.
Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny
He’s buy me a white cut, forth for to ride,