[F]or louing me, by my troth it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her follie, for I will be horribly in loue with her, […]

Like women sitting for two hours under the marcelling irons only to wonder two days later how soon they would need another appointment.

1890, Rudyard Kipling, The Phantom 'Rickshaw: And Other Tales

Rose wondered if there was something wrong with him in the trouser department. There was a thing her father used to say about boys pulling their foreskin back or it wouldn't work properly when the time came.