They tumble about on th' moor an' play there all day an' mother says th' air of th' moor fattens 'em.
"The Secret Garden"
Frances Hodgson Burnett
She weeps every day over the butcher's book, but the child fattens apace, and all is well.
"Peggy"
Laura E. Richards
Yet not the lightest leaf That quivers to the passing breeze 270 Is less instinct with thee: Yet not the meanest worm That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead Less shares thy eternal breath.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume III"
Percy Bysshe Shelley Edited by Thomas Hutchinson, M. A.