Like Philomene...."—Steele Glas, v. 145.
Again, in The Spanish Tragedy:
... "Haply the gentle nightingale
Shall carol us asleep ere we be ware,
And, singing with the prickle at her breast,
Tell our delight."
And in The Two Noble Kinsmen:
"O for a pricke now like a nightingale,
To put my breast against."—Act III. Sc. 4.
C. P. PH***.