You alwayes end with a iades tricke, I knowe you of olde. (1598–1599 (first performance), William Shakespeare, Much Adoe about Nothing. [Act I, scene i])

However, what ſhe withheld from the Infant, ſhe beſtowed with the utmoſt Profuſeneſs on the poor unknown Mother, whom ſhe called an impudent Slut, a wanton Huſſy, an audacious Harlot, a wicked Jade, a vile Strumpet, with every other Appellation with which the Tongue of Virtue never fails to laſh thoſe who bring a Diſgrace on the Sex. (1749, Henry Fielding, “The Reader’s Neck Brought into Danger by a Description, His Escape, and the Great Condescension of Miss Bridget Allworthy”, in The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling, volume I)

You shall pay me for the plague of having you eternally in my sight—do you hear, damnable jade? (1847, Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights, volume I)

Sir Pitt Crawley was a philosopher with a taste for what is called low life. His first marriage with the daughter of the noble Binkie had been made under the auspices of his parents; and as he often told Lady Crawley in her life-time she was such a confounded quarrelsome high-bred jade that when she died he was hanged if he would ever take another of her sort... (1848 July, William Makepeace Thackeray, “Family Portraits”, in Vanity Fair. A Novel without a Hero)