Ecclesiastes.—Chap. IX. Verse 4; and see Swift, “An Excellent new Song.”
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing: for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living.
Shakespeare.—Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III. Scene 1. (Bottom to his Companions.)
Dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion’s hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf’s skin on
those recreant limbs.
Shakespeare.—King John, Act III. Scene 1. (Constance to Austria.)