Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

Or ever I had seen that day.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Alone!—that worn-out word,

So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;

Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known

Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word Alone!

Edward Bulwer Lytton (1805-1873): The New Timon. (1846.) Part ii.

Such is the aspect of this shore;

'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!

So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,

We start, for soul is wanting there.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Giaour. Line 90.

If I speak to thee in friendship's name,

Thou think'st I speak too coldly;

If I mention love's devoted flame,

Thou say'st I speak too boldly.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): How shall I woo?