I heard his chains upon his legs as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh; I saw the iron enter into his soul. Sterne.Sent. Journey: The Captive.
Her feet, beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feard the light; But oh! she dances such a way, No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight. Sir John Suckling.A Ballad upon a Wedding. Verse 8.
And the prettiest foot; Oh if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats, Ah! Mr. Trapland? Congreve.Love for Love, Act I. Scene 5. Valentine to Trapland. (Suckling died before Congreve was born.)
Her pretty feet like snails do creep A little out, and then, As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. Herrick.The Hesperides, Amatory Odes, No. 207.