Now, Sir, if I conduct you home again into this warmer and more luxuriant island, where you perceive the spring-tide of our blood and humours runs 54 high——where we have more ambition, and pride, and envy, and lechery, and other whoreson passions upon our hands to govern and subject to reason——the height of our wit, and the depth of our judgment, you see, are exactly proportioned to the length and breadth of our necessities——and accordingly we have them sent down amongst us in such a flowing kind of decent and creditable plenty, that no one thinks he has any cause to complain.
— from The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne

He afterwards visited the churches of Greece and Rome, and preached the gospel in Spain and France, but returning to Rome, he was apprehended by order of Nero, and beheaded.
— from Fox's Book of Martyrs Or A History of the Lives, Sufferings, and Triumphant Deaths of the Primitive Protestant Martyrs by John Foxe

No man can know by Discourse, that this, or that, is, has been, or will be; which is to know absolutely: but onely, that if This be, That is; if This has been, That has been; if This shall be, That shall be: which is to know conditionally; and that not the consequence of one thing to another; but of one name of a thing, to another name of the same thing.
— from Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes

163 Phylarchus, said by some to be a native of Athens, by others of Naucratis, and by others again of Sicyon, wrote, among other things, a history in twenty-eight books from the expedition of Pyrrhus into the Peloponnese ( B.C. 272) to the death of Cleomenes.
— from The Histories of Polybius, Vol. 1 (of 2) by Polybius

Now, Sir, if I conduct you home again into this warmer and more luxuriant island, where you perceive the spring-tide of our blood and humours runs high—where we have more ambition, and pride, and envy, and lechery, and other whoreson passions upon our hands to govern and subject to reason—the height of our wit, and the depth of our judgment, you see, are exactly proportioned to the length and breadth of our necessities—and accordingly we have them sent down amongst us in such a flowing kind of decent and creditable plenty, that no one thinks he has any cause to complain.
— from The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne

There were bands of music too, and banners out of number: and it was a fresh, holiday-looking concourse altogether.
— from American Notes by Charles Dickens

Taking the lantern I went out to the shed, built myself up a bed of old newspapers and lay down.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

I took the lamp and went on to the shed and made a bed of old newspapers and lay down.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions: But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this, that you call love, to be a sect or scion.
— from Othello, the Moor of Venice by William Shakespeare

“Having satisfied myself with respect to the relation that alkaline air bears to water, I was impatient to find what would be the consequence of mixing this new air with the other kinds with which I was acquainted before, and especially with acid air; having a notion that these two airs, being of opposite natures, might compose a neutral air , and perhaps the very same thing with common air.
— from Joseph Priestley by T. E. (Thomas Edward) Thorpe

The foliage of the walnut is often attacked by the "tent caterpillar" which can be easily destroyed by burning about sun down when the larvæ collect in a bunch on or near the trunk of the tree.
— from Trees of Indiana First Revised Edition (Publication No. 13, Department of Conservation, State of Indiana) by Charles Clemon Deam

But essentially they were both writers of prose; they were both men in whom the historico-politico-social interests were much greater than the purely literary, the purely artistic, or the purely scientific—though just as Carlyle was a bad verse-writer or none at all, Macaulay a good one, so Carlyle was a good mathematician, Macaulay a bad one or none at all.
— from A History of Nineteenth Century Literature (1780-1895) by George Saintsbury

The age became one of negative, critical, and destructive thought.
— from A Critical History of Greek Philosophy by W. T. (Walter Terence) Stace

We look abroad upon the earth and admire its multiplied forms of life and beauty; we mark the revolving seasons and the uniform and beneficent operations of nature; we look to the heavenly bodies and behold their glory, and the regularity of their mighty motions--do these answer our questions?
— from The state of the dead and the destiny of the wicked by Uriah Smith

"We passed away the time making pipes, until spring, when we were visited by the agent, trader, and interpreter, from Rock Island, Keokuk, and several chiefs and braves of our nation, and my wife and daughter.
— from Great Indian Chief of the West; Or, Life and Adventures of Black Hawk by Benjamin Drake

Great efforts from great motives are the glory and blessedness of our nature.
— from The Christian Foundation, Or, Scientific and Religious Journal, Volume I, No. 7, July, 1880 by Various

So that the statement that Socialism will destroy freedom is a baseless one of no value as a general argument against the Socialist idea. § 5.
— from New Worlds For Old: A Plain Account of Modern Socialism by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

The horses thus particularly described are evidently intended to have a definite symbolical signification, and being objects of nature, they would indicate a [pg 165] political or military power.
— from The Revelation Explained An Exposition, Text by Text, of the Apocalypse of St. John by F. G. (Frederick George) Smith

The crying of the owls made the place of a strange eeriness, especially sometimes when a bat or other night creature would come and cling a moment under the leaden pent of the window.
— from The Dew of Their Youth by S. R. (Samuel Rutherford) Crockett