No thanks, thought I, as we left the sandy shores in the distance, for the hours I have walked over your stones, barefooted, with hides on my head;—for the burdens I have carried up your steep, muddy hill; for the duckings in your surf; and for the long days and longer nights passed on your desolate hill, watching piles of hides, hearing the sharp bark of your eternal coati, and the dismal hooting of your owls.
— from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana

Forgive these tears of joy, added I: You have left me nothing to pray for, but that God will bless you with life, and health, and honour, and continue to me the blessing of your esteem; and I shall then be the happiest creature in the world.
— from Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson

The diminished brightness of your eye indicates incredulity.
— from Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions (Illustrated) by Edwin Abbott Abbott

Now you are happy there; but all the while The sad Academy, and your native land Of Soli mourn, bereaved of your eloquence.
— from The Lives and Opinions of Eminent Philosophers by Diogenes Laertius

It's no business of yours. ENGSTRAND.
— from Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen

"Hush, senor," said Sancho, "don't talk that way, but open your eyes, and come and pay your respects to the lady of your thoughts, who is close upon us now;" and with these words he advanced to receive the three village lasses, and dismounting from Dapple, caught hold of one of the asses of the three country girls by the halter, and dropping on both knees on the ground, he said, "Queen and princess and duchess of beauty, may it please your haughtiness and greatness to receive into your favour and good-will your captive knight who stands there turned into marble stone, and quite stupefied and benumbed at finding himself in your magnificent presence.
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Do not be offended, your Excellency," cried Ivan Andreyitch to the lady.
— from Short Stories by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts: If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Fools, that expect your verdant Millennium, and nothing but Love and Abundance, brooks running wine, winds whispering music,—with the whole ground and basis of your existence champed into a mud of Sensuality; which, daily growing deeper, will soon have no bottom but the Abyss!
— from The French Revolution: A History by Thomas Carlyle

"I can't say," he answered, steadily, "but you will be wise if you break off your engagement with Captain Ackworth.
— from The Purple Fern by Fergus Hume

You may walk before you all day long, and not fear to touch the barrier of your Eden, or stumble out of fairyland into the land of gin and steam-hammers.
— from The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 22 Juvenilia and Other Papers by Robert Louis Stevenson

Look, there's blood on your ear....
— from Majesty: A Novel by Louis Couperus

“You brave the consequences of your broken oath, you earn for yourself the hatred of the poor, the obloquy and the doom of the traitor?”
— from Ben o' Bill's, the Luddite: A Yorkshire Tale by D. F. E. Sykes

‘I don’t know,’ resumed Mrs. Browdie, ‘that I have said anything very bad of you, even now.
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

You enthusiastically admired Byron once, you estimate him very differently now.
— from The Recreations of a Country Parson by Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd

I shall hope to have the benefit of your experience on your return.
— from The Pursuit by Frank (Frank Mackenzie) Savile