Sydney Smith, in Lady Holland's Memoir (1855), "Of Friendship".
A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, killed by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love. Fair lady, will you any?john lyly
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
My love was both humble and audacious, like that of a page for his lady...karen blixen
I ain't an athlete, lady. I'm a ballplayer.
She looks so haughty that I should have thought her a princess at the very least, with a pedigree reaching as far back as the Deluge. But this lady was no better born than many other ladies who give themselves airs; and all sensible people laughed at her absurd pretensions.william makepeace thackeray
I feel like that intellectual but plain-looking lady who was warmly complimented on her beauty.bertrand russell
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.lord byron
If doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I'll mount my steed, And strong his arm and fast his seat, That bears me from the meed. Then tell me how to woo thee, love, Oh, tell me how to woo thee For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take Though ne'er another trow me.
The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.Margaret George
lady fingers they taste just like lady fingers
I'm goina take out that dude an' snatch his old lady!
JohnThomas says goodnight to lady Jane, a little droopingly, but with a hopeful heart.
A lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The one thing I do not want to be called is First lady. It sounds like a saddle horse.jacqueline kennedy onassis
She hath wasted with fire thine high places, She hath hidden and marred and made sad The fair limbs of the Loves, the fair faces Of gods that were goodly and glad. She slays, and her hands are not bloody; She moves as a moon in the wane, White-robed, and thy raiment is ruddy, Our lady of Pain.algernon charles swinburne
Truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out, when lady the brach may stand by the fire and stink.