[…] You haven't a nose like mine. I'll be as beaky as Father in ten more years. […]

1733–1737, Alexander Pope, [Imitations of Horace], London: […] R[obert] Dodsley [et al.]:

The suspect impetus behind Stephen's recurrent desire for confession becomes clearest when it expresses itself as an urge to write pornological letters, intended not for a forgiving priest, of course, but for an innocent and unsuspecting girl

Wash out your mouth, your lies are gettin' rusty