Say, honest, if I try to stick out the week I'll get to be a grouch nurser, like Piddie.
"On With Torchy"
Sewell Ford
I, not hither I fared on account of the spear-armed Trojans, Pledged to the combat; they unto me have in nowise a harm done; Never have they, of a truth, come lifting my horses or oxen; Never in deep-soiled Phthia, the nurser of heroes, my harvests Ravaged, they; for between us is numbered full many a darksome Mountain, ay, therewith too the stretch of the windy sea-waters.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith