"That it is beautiful to lof," replied the maid, looking up with adoring eyes at her pretty animated young mistress.
"You are in lof," said Herr Lutz, breathlessly avoiding a lamp post.
But she do push dze zide of my face, and my lof is durned to hate.'
The blind one, meanwhile, mounted his steed and galloped away on the wings of “lof.”
Mary, lof, however could you think it—to knock down Captain Carroway?
"Oh, I know you lof potatoes," answered the German-American youth, innocently.
Mary, lof, come to your father, and tell him that every one is lying of you.
At the end of the poem we are told that "he who wins praise (lof) shall have his glory (dom) established on high beneath the sky."
Oh, mees, eef you will but wait an' be patient—eef you will but wait an' see how tender I will be, an' how I lof you.
Head Cook: But if he is so in lof, vy does not your master come to woo the Princess?