The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All of a summer day: The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts And took them quite away!

-Dodgson
  Alice's  Adventures in Wonderland, ch.11,'Who Stole the Tarts?'.

Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight? Who blushes at the name? When cowards mock the patriot's fate, Who hangs his head for shame? He's all a knave or half a slave Who slights his country thus: But a true man, like you, man, Will fill your glass with us.

-Ingram,John Kells
  The Spirit of the Nation,'The Memory of the Dead'.

O, the rare tricks of a Machiavellian! He doth not come, like a gross plodding slave, And buffet you to death; no, my quaint knave, He tickles you to death, makes you die laughing.

-Webster,John
  TheWhite Devil, act 5, sc.3.