She threw from her, at once, as vain and wicked and false, all idea of Coying her love.
"The Eustace Diamonds"
Anthony Trollope
And feeds him with Kisses; Which oft when he misses, He euer is froward: The Mothers o'r-ioying, Makes by much Coying, The Child so vntoward.
"Minor Poems of Michael Drayton"
Michael Drayton