And for the rigor that he murmurs at, 'Tis nothing: the severities of fathers, Unless perchance a hard one here and there, Are much the same: they reprimand their sons For riotous excesses, Wenching, drinking; And starve their pleasures by a scant allowance.
"The Comedies of Terence"
Publius Terentius Afer
I make no doubt it smacks of Wenching.
"Ulysses"
James Joyce
Then Prologue comes, Ads-lightikins, crys Sir John, You shall hear notable Conceits anon: How neatly, Sir, he'll bob the Court and French King, And tickle away- you know who- for Wenching.
"The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. I (of 6)"
Aphra Behn