1682 A. Radcliffe ‘The Ramble’ Poems 96: He fancy’d much your Silver Sword, And you wear his not worth a Turd.at not worth a turd, phr.
1682 A. Radcliffe ‘To a late Scotch Tune’ in Poems 39: I gave him the Lord knows what Gadzounds.at gadsnouns! (excl.) under gad, n.1
1682 A. Radcliffe ‘Tell me dearest pr’ythee do’ Poems 29: Vinegar, Single beer, Or such dismal Gear, To torment his wambling Guts.at gear, n.
1682 A. Radcliffe ‘Upon a Bowl of Punch’ Poems 43: I’d not give a Fart for your Punch without Nants.at nantz, n.
1682 A. Radcliffe ‘A Call to the Guard by a Drum’ Poems 64: From your crack’d Earthen Pisspots where no Piss can stay.at piss, n.
1682 A. Radcliffe ‘A Call to the Guard by a Drum’ Poems 64: From your crack’d Earthen Pisspots where no Piss can stay.at pisspot, n.
1682 A. Radcliffe ‘A Call to the Guard by a Drum’ in Poems 69: Some at Sh--house publick (where a Rag always goes) At once empty their Guts and diminish their Clothes.at shithouse, n.
1682 A. Radcliffe ‘Tell me dearest, prythee do’ Poems 30: ’Slife ’tis enough to make one spue.at ’slife!, excl.
1682 A. Radcliffe ‘The Poor Whore’s Song’ Poems 25: A Guiney to me was no more Than Fifteen Pence to a Suburb Whore.at suburb (wench) (n.) under suburb, n.
1682 A. Radcliffe ‘The Sword’s Farewell’ in Poems 118: And in the stead of every Trey that’s thrown, So many Tryals may we call our own.at tray, n.1