If you cannot escape like a philosopher into a forest, at least you can carry the forest with you, like a Jack-in-the-Green.
The only traces of the old custom of going a-Maying were the garlands of the milk-maids and the Jack-in-the-green of the sweeps.
Miss Aynton's chef-d'oeuvre reminded him, it seems, of Jack-in-the-Green.
If you ask who he is, you will be told that he is a chimney-sweep, called 'Jack-in-the-Green.'
Why, you're covered with laurel, boy, like Jack-in-the-Green.
