Careful Words

Lady (?.)

  • Eminence
  • Grace
  • Her Excellency
  • Her Highness
  • Her Ladyship
  • Her Majesty
  • Highness
  • His Lordship
  • His Majesty
  • Honor
  • Imperial Highness
  • Imperial Majesty
  • Ladyship
  • Lord
  • Lordship
  • Majesty
  • My Lady
  • My Lord
  • Reverence
  • Royal Highness
  • Royal Majesty
  • Serene Highness
  • Worship
  • Your Lordship
  • milady
  • milord

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

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

  Remember the old saying, "Faint heart never won fair lady."

Miguel De Cervantes (1547-1616): Don Quixote. Part ii. Chap. x.

And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,

In good set terms.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

A lovely lady, garmented in light

From her own beauty.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822): The Witch of Atlas. Stanza 5.

O Lady, he is dead and gone!

Lady, he's dead and gone!

And at his head a green grass turfe,

And at his heels a stone.

Thomas Percy (1728-1811): The Friar of Orders Gray.

Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6.

And when a lady's in the case,

You know all other things give place.

John Gay (1688-1732): Fables. Part i. The Hare and many Friends.

The gentle Lady married to the Moor,

And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Personal Talk. Stanza 3.

Lady of the Mere,

Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

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

A lady richly clad as she,

Beautiful exceedingly.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Christabel. Part i.

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes:

With everything that pretty is,

My lady sweet, arise.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,

Thy sorrowe is in vaine;

For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers

Will ne'er make grow againe.

Thomas Percy (1728-1811): The Friar of Orders Gray.

Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,

Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto vi. Stanza 7.

When daisies pied and violets blue,

And lady-smocks all silver-white,

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,

The cuckoo then, on every tree,

Mocks married men.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.