I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say twas a barbarous deed. For he neer could be true, she averrd, Who could rob a poor bird of its young; And I lovd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue. Shenstone.Ballad on Hope, Verse 5.
He neer considerd it as loath To look a gift-horse in the mouth, And very wisely would lay forth No more upon it than twas worth. Butler.Hudibras, Part I. Canto I. Line 489.