So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love,

And thus the soldier arm'd with resolution

Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.

Colley Cibber (1671-1757): Richard III. (altered). Act ii. Sc. 1.

Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,

Gathering her brows like gathering storm,

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Tam o' Shanter.