Summer after summer they build in the same trees-bushy-headed codlings; generation after generation has been born there and gone forth to enjoy in turn the pleasures of the field.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies
codlings make the finest Cider of all.
"The Closet of Sir Kenelm Digby Knight Opened"
Kenelm Digby
Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects.
"Ulysses"
James Joyce