In him, to hale him high or hurl aheap, Goddess and Goatfoot hourly wrestled sore; Hourly the immortal prevailing more: Till one hot noon saw Meliboeus peep From thicket-sprays to where his full-blown dame, In circle by the lusty friskers gripped, Laughed the showered rose-leaves while her limbs were stripped.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith
Anyone could see he wa'n't one of your strong arms or till friskers.
"Torchy"
Sewell Ford