The splendour & the lose grew all the same, Sire.

I would endeavour to deserve my life, Sire.

— Thomas Blood

“Well, I divide the father question into three separate categories. First, there's the sire. He makes a baby, that's it. Doesn't necessarily have anything…

— Scribe Mozell

“He tossed back the last of the blood. "I'm going to be young forever. I can do anything I want. Drink as much as…

— Thomas Galvin

Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.

— Euripides

“I approve, as I'm sire the rest of the female population does.”

— Lisa Renee Jones

Sire, I am my own Rudolph of Hapsburg.

— Napoleon Bonaparte

“Allison." I almost collapsed in relief. "Yeah," I whispered, forcing a pained smile as he stared at me as if I were a ghost.…

— Julie Kagawa

From high Meonia's rocky shores I came, Of poor decsent, Acoetes is my name, My sire was measly born: no oxen ploughed, His fruitful…

— Ovid

“A virgin," Flaminius smiled deviously. "I'll take her." Instantly, surprised chatter erupted. Mother Guardian held up her hand for silence. "You cannot be serious,…

— Therisa Peimer

“Do you want to talk?" "Nope." Another drink. "I want to sit in the dark, and brood, and drink until I'm sober again.”

— Thomas Galvin

Sire, there is no royal road to geometry.

— Euclid

“Love triangles are a bitch," Angelica said. "So are you," Caitlin murmured. The vampire laughed. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.”

— Thomas Galvin

“She reads. She reads. She reads words of splendour to comfort her soul.”

— Leila Hussein

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full…

— Heinrich Heine

The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley