In a Gwendolyn Brooks poem Maud went to college./ Sadie stayed at home./ Sadie scraped life/ with a fine-tooth this

Andrew Marvell's To His Coy Mistress says this grim spot is a fine and private place but none I think do there embrace

From this ancient fable author's The Jay and the Peacock: It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds

In 1917 D.H. Lawrence wrote A fine this is blowing the new direction of time