That all troubles are to be endured for the sake of eternal life "My Son, let not the labours which thou hast undertaken for Me break thee down, nor let tribulations cast thee down in any wise, but let my promise strengthen and comfort thee in every event.
— from The Imitation of Christ by à Kempis Thomas

High thanks were by Lord Marmion paid, Solemn excuse the captain made, Till, filing from the gate, had passed That noble train, their lord the last.
— from Marmion: A Tale Of Flodden Field by Walter Scott

Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits, In a cavern under is fettered the thunder; It struggles and howls by fits.
— from Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7 by Charles Herbert Sylvester

In the center of the floor lay a man who had been shaken into a little heap of clothes; a heap that stirred with caution even in catching breath, lest more punishment should follow.
— from Ainslee's magazine, Volume 16, No. 3, October, 1905 by Various

"Have you a library?" asked Lady Joan—mainly to say something, for she was not particularly fond of books; like most people she had not yet learned to read.
— from Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance by George MacDonald

Br o nzín o , a brazen little mortar, posnet, skellet, or chafer.
— from Queen Anna's New World of Words; or, Dictionarie of the Italian and English Tongues by John Florio

"Well, I was told that this was just the place for folks in such a condition, and I was hustled into a warm bath, and into Ward 23, among a set of ghastly, half-in-the-grave looking fellows, some of whom lay, or sat up, in bed, like marble posts; some were cracking vulgar jokes, and one or two of the most deathly-looking ones were cursing and grumbling because they could not be allowed a pint of whiskey a day....
— from The Captured Scout of the Army of the James A Sketch of the Life of Sergeant Henry H. Manning, of the Twenty-fourth Mass. Regiment by H. Clay (Henry Clay) Trumbull

The general description of Bohemian life may provide some entertainment to those who know not Paris; for their sake I have sought not to break the general interest.
— from Vie de Bohème: A Patch of Romantic Paris by Orlo Williams