To himself, already beginning to resent the new employer as all that morning he had been resenting the old one, Dr. Planish groaned, “He’s getting saintly on me! A careerist in holiness! I'll never be happy till I've got an organization where I’m sole boss—unless it’s one run by a fellow like Colonel Marduc, who has real brains and power—and cash!—and not a lot of sappy sentimentality like Vesper or psychopathic malice like Sneaky Sandy—Oh dear!”
It was a sappy love song, but it reminded them of their first dance.
The sappy green twig-tips of the season’s growth would not, she thought, be appreciably woodier on the day she became a wife, so near was the time; the tints of the foliage would hardly have changed.
1590, (w), (w), Book Two, Canto XII, Stanza 56, edited by Erik Gray, Hackett, 2006, p. 214,
In her left hand a Cup of gold she held,
And with her right the riper fruit did reach,
Whose sappy liquor, that with fulnesse sweld,
Into her cup she scruzd, with daintie breach
Of her fine fingers, without fowle empeach,
That so faire winepresse made the wine more sweet:
1693, (w), (w), Book III, (1546), translated by (w), Chapter 18,https://www.gutenberg.org/files/1200/old/orig1200-h/p3.htm
The words of the third article are: She will suck me at my best end. Why not? That pleaseth me right well. You know the thing; I need not tell you that it is my intercrural pudding with one end. I swear and promise that, in what I can, I will preserve it sappy, full of juice, and as well victualled for her use as may be.
1717, (w), (w), translated by (w), London: J. and R. Tonson, 4th edition, 1736, Book I, pp. 21-22,https://archive.org/details/ovidsmetamorpho_01ovid