Suffer me then, lovely arbitress of my fate, to approach you in person, to breathe in soft murmurs my passion to your ear, to offer the sacrifice of a heart overflowing with the most genuine and disinterested love, to gaze with ecstacy on the divine object of my wishes, to hear the music of her enchanting tongue, and to rejoice in her smiles of approbation, which will banish the most intolerable suspense from the bosom of “Your enraptured, R— R—.” Having finished this effusion, I committed it to the care of my faithful friend, with an injunction to second my entreaty with all her eloquence and influence, and in the meantime went to dress, with an intention of visiting Mrs. Snapper and Miss, whom I had utterly neglected, and indeed almost forgotten, since my dear Narcissa had resumed the empire of my soul.
— from The Adventures of Roderick Random by T. (Tobias) Smollett

And, intent on the worth of the gift, Never think of the maker, the giver?— Of the long patient effort,—the thought That secretly grew in the brain Of the Poet to measure and strain, Till it burst on your ear, richly fraught With the rapturous sweetness of song?— What availeth it, then, that ye toil, You, thought's patient producers, to be Unloved and unprized, Trodden down and despised By those whom you toil for, like me— Forgotten and trampled like me?—" Then my heart made indignant reply,
— from Poems of the Heart and Home by Yule, J. C., Mrs.

It was not till 734 that a bishop of York, Egbert, received the pall, which had been granted only to Paulinus, and from that time the northern archbishops seem to have been independent of Canterbury, especially after York fell into the hands of the Danes in 867.
— from Bell's Cathedrals: The Cathedral Church of York A Description of Its Fabric and A Brief History of the Archi-Episcopal See by A. (Arthur) Clutton-Brock

We venture the assertion that this is the best offer you ever received, and that you will never have another like it as long as you live.
— from Go-Ahead; Or, The Fisher-Boy's Motto by Harry Castlemon

[8] + 30 + [2]: p. 11 beg. of Yorke : English Roman.
— from The Early Oxford Press A Bibliography of Printing and Publishing at Oxford, '1468'-1640; With Notes, Appendixes and Illustrations by Falconer Madan

Do not, I beg of you, ever read anything more of this kind.
— from Women in the Life of Balzac by Juanita Helm Floyd

But once you eat roast ’possum, you will go all over Lamb’s tasty “Dissertation upon Roast Pig,” marking out “pig” with your pencil and writing in “’possum,” making the essay read thus:— “There is no flavor comparable, I will contend, to that of the crisp, tawny, well-watched, not over-roasted, ’possum , as it is called,—the very teeth are invited to their share of the pleasure at this banquet in overcoming the coy, brittle resistance,—with the adhesive oleaginous—O call it not fat!
— from Winter by Dallas Lore Sharp

what will become of y e Roast Beef?
— from English Caricature and Satire on Napoleon I. Volume 1 (of 2) by John Ashton

(in y e behalfe of y e rest) at y e severall days.
— from Bradford's History of 'Plimoth Plantation' From the Original Manuscript. With a Report of the Proceedings Incident to the Return of the Manuscript to Massachusetts by William Bradford

[527] he tooke y e same rapier as it was in y e scaberd, and gave him a blow with y e hilts; but it light on his head, & y e smal end of y e bar of y e rapier hilts peirct his scull, & he dyed a few days after.
— from Bradford's History of 'Plimoth Plantation' From the Original Manuscript. With a Report of the Proceedings Incident to the Return of the Manuscript to Massachusetts by William Bradford

"Well, there are two tears at the back of your eyes ready to fall.
— from Dimbie and I—and Amelia by Mabel Barnes-Grundy