Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to give way— she was only Anne.
~~ Jane Austen, Persuasion
Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!