A bachelor who meets them owes them at least a kiss; and if he does not take more he is only a blockhead.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

Æneas for his parentage deserues As large a kingdome as is Libia .
— from The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage by Christopher Marlowe

Out of his small hazel eyes gleamed a light as keen as ice.
— from Alice of Old Vincennes by Maurice Thompson

It was as light and kind as it was deep and true, and it ranged over a hundred things, with a perpetual sparkle of Doctor Holmes's wit, and the constant glow of Lowell's incandescent sense.
— from Complete Project Gutenberg William Dean Howells Literature Essays by William Dean Howells

“3 Perhaps, also, some of you wilfully keep idols of one kind or another; you indulge some sin against light and knowledge; and it is neither matter of humiliation nor of confession to you The love of praise, that of the world, that of money, and that of sensual gratifications, when not lamented, are as implacable enemies to Christ as Judas and Herod were How can ye believe, seeing ye seek the honour that cometh from men?
— from Fletcher of Madeley by Margaret Allen

The weapon which has given us best results in attacking lumbago and kindred affections is a common, dull-pointed aluminum comb, such as may be procured in most bird stores for dog-combing purposes.
— from Zone Therapy; Or, Relieving Pain at Home by Edwin F. (Edwin Frederick) Bowers

It was as light and kind as it was deep and true, and it ranged over a hundred things, with a perpetual sparkle of Doctor Holmes’s wit, and the constant glow of Lowell’s incandescent sense.
— from Literary Friends and Acquaintance; a Personal Retrospect of American Authorship by William Dean Howells

Bac. Now let Heaven fall, I am at the worst of evils, a thing so miserably wretched, that every thing, the last of humane comforts hath left me: I will not be so base and cold, to live and wait the mercies of these men I hate, no, 'tis just I die, since fortune hath left me, my step discent attends me: hand, strike thou home, I have soul enough to guide; and let all know, as I stood a Queen, the same
— from Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 09 of 10 by John Fletcher