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Tales and Quick Answers in Gutter Life and Lang. 81: A man dreamed ‘that the devil led him into a field to dig for gold. When he found the gold, the devil said: ‘Thou canst not carry it away now, but mark the place, that thou mayst fetch it another time.’ ‘What mark shall I make?’ quod the man. ‘Shite over it,’ quod the devil . . . The man was content and did so. So when he awaked out of his sleep he perceived that he had fouly defiled his bed. ‘The Sea Crab’ in Gutter Life and Lang. (1988) 76: ‘Alas!’ quoth the good man, ‘that ever I came hither, / he has joyned my wiffes tayle & my nose together!’. (?) Look on Me, London in Henke Gutter Life and Lang. 106: [A brothel] where (peradventure) for a pottle or two of wine, the embracement of a painted strumpet, and French welcome for a reckoning, the yong novice payeth forty shillings. Hollands Leaguer in Henke Gutter Life and Lang. (1988) 212: There was not a Carrier that had a crackt piece, but she had coyne to exchange it, there was not a Poulterer that brought up a yong or tender pullet, but it was bought for her dyet. ‘The Scotch Lass Deceived’ in Gutter Life and Lang. (1988) 283: He got in a gude merry Mude, / he thought it was time then to be Rude; / He kindly stroakt my Downy Wem, / And farther proceeded, O then, O then. Gutter Life and Lang. 15: The establishment that Ned Ward describes [...] is the 17th c. ancestor of what Americans sometimes call ‘hot-sheet motels,’ i.e., hotels/motels that let rooms for short periods of time to amorous couples, no questions asked.