"By whose tough labors and rough hands
We rip up first, then reap our lands."

From Robbert Herrick's "The Hock-Cart" (ll. 3-4)

"Come live with mee, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Vallies, groves, hills and fields,
Woods, or steepie mountain yeeldes."

From Christopher Marlowe's "The passionate Sheepheard to his love" (ll. 1-4)

"She breweth noppy ale,
And maketh therof port sale
To travellars, to tynkers,
To sweters, to swynkers
And all good ale drynkers,"

From John Skelton's "The Tunnyng of Elynor Rummyng" (ll.102-106)