| 1. | Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 2. | With Godde's owen finger wrought was he, And not begotten of man's sperm unclean And welt all Paradise saving one tre. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer |
| 3. | THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS _In amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up and hunting crop with which she strikes her welt constantly_ Also me. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |