Watty: A rebel! (He shakes his head) God's teeth, no. Abbey: God's teeth, ay. You're in a rebel's house. (Watty gapes in bewilderment).
1973, Paul Foster, Elizabeth I & Other Plays, Calder & Boyars, →ISBN, page 15:
GOD'S TEETH, DOGGEREL! That's all I ever hear from that mitred prince. Hellfire and chopblocks. The gibbet and brimstone. God, what a sick man he is! What do they do to amuse themselves in Rome? Smack midgets?
1993, Paul Harding, The Nightingale Gallery: Being the First of the Sorrowful Mysteries of Brother Athelstan, Avon Books, →ISBN, page 87:
"God's teeth!" Cranston cried as he looked around. Vechey's corpse lay in the center of the tower near a rickety hut, formerly used by guards on sentry duty.