Holy foole, Whose patience to prevent my wrongs has kill'd thee, Preach not to me of punishments, or feares, Or what I ought to be, but what I am, A woman in her liberall will defe[at]ed, In all her greatnesse crost, in pleasure blasted, My angers have bin laught at, my ends slighted, And all those glories that had crownd my fortunes, Suffer'd by blasted vertue to be scatter'd, I am the fruitefull mother of these angers, And what such have done, reade, and know thy ruine.
— from Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 10 of 10 by John Fletcher

"You've been laughing at me ever since you've stood there," he said, aggrieved that his declarations should not betaken more seriously.
— from Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill by Winston Churchill

"Hasn't he been looking after me ever since you went away?" "I'll take up my job again," he said, as the door closed behind Dick.
— from Dick Lester of Kurrajong by Mary Grant Bruce

O my dear father, the serenity of your brow, like a mild evening-sun, sooths the perturbation of my mind.
— from The Lawyers, A Drama in Five Acts by August Wilhelm Iffland

The contact of the water created an odd tingling sensation throughout his body, like a mild electric shock.
— from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay

Send in your best licks, and make every shot count!”
— from The Outdoor Chums in the Big Woods; Or, Rival Hunters of Lumber Run by Quincy Allen

It used about a million dollars' worth, and there'd be long and most elaborate specifications published—columns and columns.
— from The Moneychangers by Upton Sinclair