And lest, by length of time, it be pretended, The climate may this modern breed have mended, Wise Providence, to keep us where we are, Mixes us daily with exceeding care; We have been Europe's sink, the jakes where she Voids all her offal outcast progeny; From our fifth Henry's time the strolling bands Of banished fugitives from neighbouring lands Have here a certain sanctuary found: The eternal refuge of the vagabond, Wherein but half a common age of time, Borrowing new blood and manners from the clime, Proudly they learn all mankind to contemn, And all their race are true-born Englishmen.
"Daniel Defoe"
William Minto
God forgive me for saying so; but they've had that young man down there since two o'clock; and jakes is with them to help; and he told me to come up to you, Sir Nicholas, with your supper, if they weren't done by five; and if the young gentleman hadn't said what they wanted."
"By What Authority?"
Robert Hugh Benson
Presently Mrs. jakes appeared instead, carrying the food which she set down at the door while she turned the key behind her.
"By What Authority?"
Robert Hugh Benson