The Peascod green, oft with no little toil He'd seek for in the fattest, fertil'st soil And rend it from the stalk to bring it to her, And in her bosom for acceptance woo her.
"A History of English Literature Elizabethan Literature"
George Saintsbury
And, hark 'e, this sort of caper doth not please me at all; and by the whistle of the Lord High Admiral, if thou triest it on again, thy life is not worth a rotten Peascod!
"Master Skylark"
John Bennett
Peascod, where is the box?
"The Children's Book of Christmas Stories"
Various