"Then the goddess [Aphrodite] spoke to her [Helen] in the likeness of an old woman, a wool-comber who used to card wool for her when she lived in Lacedaemon… “Come here!”"
"Sir Thomas Lucy, Stratford lost an indifferent wool-comber, and the world gained an immortal poet."
"Being the eldest of four children, and his father a poor wool-comber, much care devolved upon him."