1619–22 Fletcher Custom of the Country III iii: He’s foul i’th’ touch-hole; and recoils again, The main-Spring’s weaken’d that holds up his cock.at cock, n.3
1619–22 Fletcher Custom of the Country I i: Would any Man of Discretion venture such a Gristle, To the rude Claws of such a Cat-a-Mountain?at gristle, n.
1619–22 Fletcher Custom of the Country I i: A Surgeon [...] an excellent dissector, One that has cut up more young tender Lamb-pies.at pie, n.
1619–22 Fletcher Custom of the Country IV iv: They are fair and young, Most of the women that repair unto me; But they stick on like burs, shake me like feathers.at shake, v.
1619–22 Fletcher Custom of the Country I ii: Yes they are knit; but must this slubberdegullion Have her maidenhead now?at slabberdegullion, n.
1619–22 Fletcher Custom of the Country I i: A Town Bull is a meer Stoick to this Fellow, a grave Philosopher, And a Spanish Jennet, a most vertuous Gentleman.at town bull (n.) under town, n.2
1619–22 Fletcher Custom of the Country III iii: Tug at an Oar? no, tug in a Feather-bed, With good warm Caudles; hang your bread and water, I’le make you young again, believe that Lady. I will so frubbish you.at tug, v.