Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

-Burns, Robert
  'Tam o' Shanter.  A  Tale'.

I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cry'dö'La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!'

-Keats,John
  'La Belle Dame Sans Merci', stanza10.

He played an ancient ditty, long since mute, In Provence called,'La belle dame sans mercy'.

-Keats,John
  Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St.  Agnes and Other Poems,'The Eve of St.  Agnes', stanza 33.

but wotthehell wotthehell oh i should worry and fret death and I will coquette there s a dance in the old dame yet toujoursgai toujoursgai.

-Marquis, Don(ald Robert Perry)
  archy and mehitabel,'the song of mehitabel'.

Nought so of love this looser dame did skill, But as a coal to kindle fleshly flame, Giving the bridle to her wanton will, And treading underfoot her honest name.

-Spenser, Edmund
  Of Malecasta.The Faerie Queen, bk.3, canto1, stanza 50.