… a “dry beaked crusty old gammer” ? Charming.
Is not that a pretty weather beaten old beldam, to marry at sixty odd years of age a young libertine of two and twenty, and to give him the power of gaming away two thousand pounds in six month time, that ought to have been the patrimony of her four children? ‘Tis a strange thing, that a lustful itch should lie lurking so long in the superannuated crevices of an old grannum; and that it should raise such an unseasonable rebellion in the flesh, where her teeth are shed, her skin shrivelled into parchment, and her guts twisted with the cholic into untuneable fiddle strings. Certainly old women have some way of renewing their age, as the eagle does by whetting his beak, or else it would be impossible that such a dry beaked crusty old gammer should be desirous of an amorous engagement, when she knows the tokens of her fertility have long since been exhausted, and have left her as useless as old stubble.
- Dublin’s Peeping Tim, For the Year 1791
- Hogarth’s Tom Rakewell marries an elderly lady for her fortune, 1733