|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Kill a mans family, and he may brook it,|
But keep your hands out of his breeches pocket.
Byron.Don Juan, Canto X. Stanza 79.
|How melancholy are my poor breeches; not one chink!|
Farquhar.The Twin Rivals, Act I.
|And yet you will stand to it, you will not pocket up wrong.|
Shakespeare.King Henry IV., Part I. Act III. Scene 3. (The Prince to Falstaff.)
|Dry up thy tears, and pocket up th abuse,|
Nor put thy friend to make a bad excuse.
Drydens Juvenal, Sat. XVI.