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• Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 221...
• Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.
  -- John Gay (1688-1732) -- Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susa...
• She that paints her face thinks of her tail. -- Poor Richard
• There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face. -- The Eagle
• There shall he love when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 95...
• Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 18...
• Now had Aurora displayed her mantle over the blushing skies, and dark night withdrawn her sable veil.
  -- Miguel de Cervantes (1547-1616) -- Don Quixote, Part i, Book iii, Chap. vi...
• Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
• I told her, "Like (*&^%$# you are!