Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet

To think how monie counsels sweet,

How monie lengthened sage advices,

The husband frae the wife despises.

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

Father of all! in every age,

In every clime adored,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Universal Prayer. Stanza 1.

And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,

Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 520.

The best of men

That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer;

A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,

The first true gentleman that ever breathed.

Thomas Dekker (1572-1632): The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12.

With grave

Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd

A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven

Deliberation sat, and public care;

And princely counsel in his face yet shone,

Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood,

With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear

The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look

Drew audience and attention still as night

Or summer's noontide air.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 300.

He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.

James Beattie (1735-1803): The Hermit.

How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,

Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): To Thomas Hume.

Remote from cities liv'd a swain,

Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;

His head was silver'd o'er with age,

And long experience made him sage.

John Gay (1688-1732): Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher.

Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,

Whose truths electrify the sage.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Ode to the Memory of Burns.