They were prodigal as kings, full of ideal, ambitious, fantastic frenzy.
Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary
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they accompt one a dastard if he be not desperate, a pinch-penny if he be not prodigal, if silent a sot, if full of words a fool?
John Lyly. Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit (1578)
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"swine were the companions of the prodigal. The gluttony of Swine is put before us, as an example to the young." (I thought this pretty well in him who had been praising up the pork for being so plump and juicy.)