1832, Washington Irving, Tales of the Alhambra

go leap her, and engender young devilings

There were night penguins that emitted green light only when hunting in dark seas, and merlions whose manes were fringed with pallid lavender.

A playsure, an erasure/a damn cocksure toiffurier./Leave me to my/bewoahing, you tenderhanded hoisterier.