[I] do not like poems that resemble hay compressed into a geometrically perfect cube. I like it when the hay, unkempt, uncombed, with dry berries mixed in it, thrown together gaily and freely, bounces along atop some truck—and more, if there are some lovely and healthy lasses atop the hay—and better yet if the branches catch at the hay, and some of it tumbles to the road.
Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses, For honest men and bonny lasses.Robert Burns
There's nought but care on ev'ry han',In every hour that passes, O:What signifies the life o' man,An' then she made the lasses, O.Robert Burns
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dearsHer noblest work she classes, O:Her prentice han' she tried on man,An' then she made the lasses, O.Robert Burns
Green grow the rashes, O;Green grow the rashes, O;The sweetest hours that e'er I spendAre spent among the lasses, O.Robert Burns
Il y a peu d'honnêtes femmes qui ne soient lasses de leur métier.françois de la rochefoucauld
Shrimps and the delicate periwinkle Such are the sea-fruits lasses love: Ho! to your nets till the blue stars twinkle, And the shutterless cottages gleam above!bayard taylor