" And in Breton's "Woorkes of a Young Wit," 1577, p. 37 "Then for God's sake, let young folkes coll and kisse, When oldest folkes will thinke it not amisse.

Grace me no graces, I respect no grace, But with a grace, to give a gracelesse stab; To chop folkes legges and armes off by the stumpes, To see what shift theile make to scramble home; Pick out mens eyes, and tell them thats the sport Of hood-man-blinde, without all sportivenesse.