|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|With his fist, instead of a stick,|
Beat pulpit drum ecclesiastic.
Butler.Hudibras, Elegy, Line 63.
| Bring up thy van,|
My heels are fettered, but my fist is free.
|His withered fist still knocking at deaths door.|
Sackville.Mirror of Magistrates, Verse 17.