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.)