1818 Byron Beppo xxxix: The Nursery still lisps out in all they utter – Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.at bread-and-butter, adj.
1818 Byron Beppo iv: They’d haul you o’er the coals [...] with every mother’s son.at every mother’s son, n.
1818 Byron Beppo v: You like by way of doublet, cape, or cloak, Such as in Monmouth Street, or in Rag Fair, would rig you out in seriousness or joke.at rig, v.1
1818 Byron Beppo ii: Prudery flings aside her fetter [...] Giggling with all the gallants who beset her; And there are songs and quavers, roaring, humming, Guitars, and every sort of strumming.at strum, v.