Why now so angry, trow ye? What's the matter, That our Sir James is grown so crup and tatter?
1664, Thomas St Nicholas, Upon Mr. Benchkin, The Curate of Ash, His Presentment of Me to the Consistory Court at Canterbury For Helping to Lay my Poor Old Nurse, the Widow Solly, In her Grave As Soon as she was Brouth Thither and The Coverings, Without Noise or Disturbance, Taken Off