sappy

typerä

mahlainen puhekieltä Excessively sweet, emotional, nostalgic; cheesy; mushy. (British equivalent: soppy)
1883, (w), (w), Part 5, Chapter 23,http://www.gutenberg.org/files/245/old/orig245-h/p5.htm

He was a good deal of a character, and much better company than the sappy literature he was selling.

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.

‘Torches are made to light, jewels to wear,

Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use,

Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear:

Things growing to themselves are growth’s abuse:

Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty;

Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty.

But these, tho’ fed with careful dirt,Are neither green nor sappy;Half-conscious of the garden-squirt,The spindlings look unhappy,

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.

As always, there was a fizzing, popping blaze of pine and sappy apple logs in the fireplace.

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:

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.

The Stones (a Miracle to Mortal View,

But long Tradition makes it pass for true)

Did first the Rigour of their Kind expecl,

And suppled into softness as they fell;

Then swell’d, and swelling, by degrees grew warm;

And took the Rudiments of human Form.

Imperfect Shapes: in Marble such are seen,

When the rude Chizzel does the Man begin;

While yet the roughness of the Stone remains,

Without the rising Muscles, and the Veins.

The sappy parts, and next resembling juice,

Were turn’d to moisture, for the Body’s use:

Supplying humours, blood and nourishment;