1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet B2: Ile blabb all, and not stick to tell, that pews and stews are rime in their religion.at blab, v.
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet C3: Take away this beard, and giue me a pikedevaunt, Martin sweares by his ten bones.at ten bones, n.
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet C2: Hee’le cogge the die of deceit, and cutte at the bumme-carde of his conscience.at bum card (n.) under bum, n.1
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet E2: There is not a better Spanniell in England to spring a couie of queanes than Martin.at covey, n.1
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet E: O tis his best daunce next shaking of the sheetes.at dance the shaking of the sheets (without music) (v.) under dance, v.
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet E2: Thou art the best died foole in graine that euer was.at knave in grain, n.
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet B2: He woulde not smoother vp sinne, and deale in hugger mugger against his Conscience.at in hugger-mugger (adv.) under hugger-mugger, n.1
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet D2: We’le knock the bone on his pate, and bring him on his marie bones.at marrowbones, n.
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet B: Bastard Iunior dinde vpon them, and cramde his maw as full of malice, as his heart was of malapertness.at maw, n.
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet B: I was once determined to write a proper newe Ballet, entituled Martin and his Maukin.at mawkin, n.
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet E2: There is not such a mad foole in Bedlam [...] nor such a roaging foole in the houses of correction.at rogue, v.
1589 Lyly Pappe with an Hatchet C2: A craftie iacke, you thoght because you twitted Mar-martin, that none would suspect you.at twit, v.
1919 Hatchet (USS George Washington) 143: There is no place for the ‘guard house lawyer’ or the man who, on receiving an order, wonders whether the ‘old man’ knows what he’s talking about.at barrack-room lawyer, n.