A few shepherds and cheese-makers, their leather caps in their hands, and women with their heads dressed up in the costume of the canton group themselves about in picturesque attitudes; the scenery is pretty, the pastures green, or the harvest just over, cascades to the road, and flocks with their bells ringing every note on the mountain.
— from Tartarin On The Alps by Alphonse Daudet

The die is cast; the book is written,—to be read either now, or by posterity, I care not which.
— from Beacon Lights of History, Volume 3 part 2: Renaissance and Reformation by John Lord

But rest easy; no one shall make you afraid, now that I am here!
— from Under Greek Skies by Ioulia D. Dragoume

If you forgive me, I rejoice; if you are angry, I can bear it: the die is cast, the book is written; to be read either now or by posterity, I care not which: it may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer.”
— from The Gallery of Portraits: with Memoirs. Volume 3 (of 7) by Arthur Thomas Malkin

True, in the sortie of 29th November they captured a battery recently erected north of Malbosquet; but, their eagerness exceeding their discipline, they rushed on, despite orders to remain in the battery, like a pack of hounds after a fox (wrote Hood);
— from William Pitt and the Great War by J. Holland (John Holland) Rose

The die is cast; the book is written, to be read either now or by posterity, I care not which.
— from The Martyrs of Science, or, The lives of Galileo, Tycho Brahe, and Kepler by David Brewster

cannot be refunded either now or hereafter in four or four and a half per cents.
— from Charles Sumner: his complete works, volume 17 (of 20) by Charles Sumner

If you forgive me, I rejoice; if you are angry, I can bear it; the die is cast, the book is written, to be read either now or by posterity, I care not which; it may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer."
— from Pioneers of Science by Lodge, Oliver, Sir

"Indeed, I have no such honors to boast," replied Emma, "no one has sought me, and probably no one ever will:" this was followed by a little sigh.
— from The Younger Sister: A Novel, Volumes 1-3 by Mrs. (Catherine-Anne Austen) Hubback

But remember, Eda, not one word of Dudley's return nor of his pardon.
— from The Convict: A Tale by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James