But his best was but little, as speed, though it did credit to his age; for old Simon was said to be in his hundredth year.
— from Somehow Good by William De Morgan

“The coats of your dogs,” pursued the king, “grow so beautifully—” “A thousand pardons, sire, but—” “Long and silky, that I despair of—” “I have a most urgent and important matter,” persisted Rischenheim in agony.
— from Rupert of Hentzau: From The Memoirs of Fritz Von Tarlenheim Sequel to The Prisoner of Zenda by Anthony Hope

Both love horses; both were originally hunters; both indulge in games of chance—sometimes too often; both are respecters of rank; both venerate genius; both are considerate of women and children; both have produced great and enduring literatures; both have developed science; both resent the slightest encroachment upon their rights—individual or national; both are slow to anger and slower to forgive; both lack a supreme taste in dress; and in a hundred other ways they resemble each other.
— from When We Were Strolling Players in the East by Louise Jordan Miln