His chin, new reaped, Shewd like a stubble-land at harvest home. Shakespeare.King Henry IV., Part I. Act I. Scene 3. (Hotspurs description of a finished Courtier.)
Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labour when the end was rest, Indulgd the day that housd their annual grain, With feasts, and offerings, and a thankful strain. Pope.To Augustus, Epistle I. Line 241, Book II.