1590, Edmund Spenser, '',In haste Duessa from her place arose,And to him running said, O prowest knight,  That ever Ladie to her love did chose,  Let now abate the terror of your might,  And quench the flame of furious despight,  And bloudie vengeance; lo th' infernall powres,  Covering your foe with cloud of deadly night,  Have borne him hence to Plutoes balefull bowres.The conquest yours, I yours, the shield, the glory yours.
1714, Jonathan_Swift, Dennis' Invitation to Steele,I'll bid adieu to gravity, and drink;And, though I can't put off a woful mien,Will be all mirth and cheerfulness within:As, in despight of a censorious race,I most incontinently suck my face.
