Let no man dare To spoil thy fish, make lock or wear, But on thy Margent still let dwell Those flowers which have the sweetest smell.
"A History of English Literature Elizabethan Literature"
George Saintsbury
Or on the beached Margent of the sea, To dance their ringlets to the whispering wind."
"Brief History of English and American Literature"
Henry A. Beers
They have ever been a composite and a cosmopolitan crew, some shouldering into the ranks by the weight of their purses or the length of their rent-rolls, others by skill evinced at high midnight, when taper-lights throw pale vertical rays upon a refreshing Margent of green cloth.
"A Cursory History of Swearing"
Julian Sharman