If to her share some female errors fall,

Look on her face, and you 'll forget them all.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 17.

And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd

For one fair female, lost him half the kind.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Theodore and Honoria. Line 227.

That soft bastard Latin,

Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Beppo. Stanza 44.

But who is this, what thing of sea or land,—

Female of sex it seems,—

That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay,

Comes this way sailing

Like a stately ship

Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles

Of Javan or Gadire,

With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,

Sails fill'd, and streamers waving,

Courted by all the winds that hold them play,

An amber scent of odorous perfume

Her harbinger?

John Milton (1608-1674): Samson Agonistes. Line 710.