A male lover (1920s+ Black)
You are a sweet man, she exclaimed, Im dreadfully hungry—and thirsty.
We might adapt Kingsley: 'Be good, sweet man, and let who will be clever.'
Uncle Hancock (a sweet man, my dears, though some call him mean now-a-days) was dead, and aunt had married Captain Scott.
"Oh now let us in, that's a sweet man," sed several femails, puttin thare arms round me in luvin style.
I am not a sweet man when thwarted, yet I can admire wit and respect courage.
Imagine an Archbishop scornfully speaking (p. 548) of Bishop Laud as "what a sweet man he was likely to be!"