Then on to Silchester, its Furzy common and scattered village and the vast ruinous walls, overgrown with ivy, bramble, and thorn, of ancient Roman Calleva.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson
And what twelve years ago was a Furzy down is now a smiling homestead, and you have not spent a penny piece on it, and yet you say it is yours."
"The Squire's Daughter"
Silas K(itto) Hocking
If the French ever land, we must endeavour to draw them into Furzy ground, and then set the Volunteers at them.
"Springhaven A Tale of the Great War"
R. D. Blackmore