With her Colenso in her lap, Margaret Shields grappled for some time with the mysteries of Tare and Tret.
"The Mark Of Cain"
Andrew Lang
It is nothing to me, the merchant said, As over his ledger he bent his head; I'm busy to-day with tare and Tret, And I have no time to fume and fret.
"Poems"
Frances E. W. Harper
It was late, and both we and our unfortunate horses were tired, but a hasty peep into the little inn showed it to be quite impossible as a lodging, and a biting wind sent us shivering down the hill as fast as might be to seek rest and warmth at Tret.
"A Holiday in the Happy Valley with Pen and Pencil"
T. R. Swinburne