"Hush! don't cry and distress yourself so cruelly.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

"Well, Mr. Land," the commander asked, "do you still advise putting my longboats to sea?" "No, sir," Ned Land replied, "because that beast won't be caught against its will." "Then what should we do?" "Stoke up more steam, sir, if you can.
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas: An Underwater Tour of the World by Jules Verne

Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon:—do not bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves.
— from Macbeth by William Shakespeare

All these and more came flocking; but with looks Down cast and damp, yet such wherein appear'd Obscure som glimps of joy, to have found thir chief Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost In loss it self; which on his count'nance cast Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth not substance, gently rais'd Their fainted courage, and dispel'd their fears.
— from The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton

“We’re hunting in couples again, doctor, you see,” said Jones, in his consequential way.
— from Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Illustrated by Arthur Conan Doyle

“Oh!” cried Aramis, “do you see, count?”
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

(ll. 373-375) Do not let a flaunting woman coax and cozen and deceive you: she is after your barn.
— from Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica by Hesiod

Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

——And for the epick poem your lordship bid me look at——upon taking the length, breadth, height, and depth of it, and trying them at home upon an exact scale of Bossu ’s——’tis out, my lord, in every one of its dimensions.—Admirable connoisseur! ——And did you step in, to take a look at the grand picture in your way back?—’Tis a melancholy daub!
— from The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne

As she stooped to look at it, she suddenly observed that it reflected her whole figure as in a cruel mirror,—her slouched hat and loosened hair, her coarse and shapeless gown, her hollow cheeks and dry yellow skin,—in all their hopeless, uncompromising details.
— from Mr. Jack Hamlin's Mediation by Bret Harte

Darling," she called again; "do you suppose she's got married?"
— from The Vehement Flame by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland

Years came and departed; yet still hope mocked him with ever-attractive and ever-fading illusions.
— from Finger Posts on the Way of Life by T. S. (Timothy Shay) Arthur

he cried, hailing the carriage agent, "did you seen it a lady and a gent in an oitermobile leave here five minutes ago?"
— from Potash & Perlmutter: Their Copartnership Ventures and Adventures by Montague Glass

In presence of young Sanzio’s picture you feel a poignant thrill of transfiguring sensation, as if, on a morning early, the air cool and dustless, you suddenly found yourself in presence of a fairer world, where lovely people were taking part in a gracious ceremony, while beyond them stretched harmonious distances, line on line to the horizon’s edge.’
— from The Story of Milan by Ella Noyes

In a word, You must so carry and demean your selves in all your words and actions, as that you may be a credit and an ornament, and not a scandal to the Congregation, of which you are members.
— from A Vindication of the Presbyteriall-Government and Ministry by Ministers and Elders of the London Provinciall Assembly

Again and again his entreaty to be allowed to stay at home met his mother's "No, Tom, if it rains cats and dogs, you shall go."
— from Macaulay's Life of Samuel Johnson, with a Selection from his Essay on Johnson by Macaulay, Thomas Babington Macaulay, Baron

“Better stay here in camp and do your squealing.”
— from The Girls of Central High in Camp; Or, the Old Professor's Secret by Gertrude W. Morrison

For this was a lonely moor, where the heather and gorse bloomed so bravely, so lonely that even along the road which skirted it the number of those who passed by in a day could be counted on the fingers of your hand; and as for the moor itself, it seldom had any visitors but the cows from the little farm which nestled away in one corner; and do you suppose such lazy, cupboard-loving creatures cared whether the heather bloomed or not, so long as they found grass enough to eat?
— from Little Folks (July 1884) A Magazine for the Young by Various

"Mrs. Bussey says that the milkman says that the Hadleys' housemaid says that Minnie was up in her room crying all day yesterday," said Leslie mischievously.
— from The Red House on Rowan Street by Lily A. (Lily Augusta) Long