She feasts her young with blood; and, HOV'ring o'er Th' unslaughter'd host, enjoys the promis'd gore.
"The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2"
Edward Young
Sorr, I HOV f'r to repoort thot ye're sweet lady, sorr, is wid Butler at Johnson Hall.
"The Reckoning"
Robert W. Chambers
If I HOV not seen her den I was a nightmare und she was mad.
"The Honour of the Flag"
W. Clark Russell