For although they endeavor to modify the traditions, yet the mitigation can never be perceived as long as the opinion remains that they are necessary, which must needs remain where the righteousness of faith and Christian liberty are not known.
— from The Augsburg Confession The confession of faith, which was submitted to His Imperial Majesty Charles V at the diet of Augsburg in the year 1530 by Philipp Melanchthon

Nothing was provided for, their guides led them astray, their ammunition was lost, they had no competent leaders, and not knowing whether to advance or retire, they stood still and were cut down like grass.
— from Barbara Winslow, Rebel by Beth Ellis

I remember my nurse; she was a most lovable woman, with a comfortable lap and nice kind arms.
— from Victor Victorious by Cecil Starr Johns

"I don't rightly know," said Caleb, "what the name was he was given when they christened 'n; but he were always called Liddy, and nobody knowed any other name for him.
— from A Shepherd's Life: Impressions of the South Wiltshire Downs by W. H. (William Henry) Hudson

And officers and third-boroughs and constables all going about, making all manner of inquirations, trying to bring folks to justice, and Aubrey in with those wicked people, and going to sup with them, and all—and nobody ever trying to prevent him, and not a soul to care but me whether he went right or wrong—I do believe you thought more of the price of herrings than you ever did of the dear boy—and now, he’s completely lost and nobody knows what has become of him—” Mr Marshall’s quiet voice effected a diversion.
— from It Might Have Been: The Story of the Gunpowder Plot by Emily Sarah Holt

The shepherd, bold as a man with but one end in view, opened the door of the handsome chamber where slept La Pasquerette, and found her quite exhausted, her hair dishevelled, and her neck twisted, lying upon a bloody carpet, and Mau-cinge frightened, with his tone considerably lower, and not knowing upon what note to sing the remainder of his anthem.
— from The Works of Balzac: A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions by Honoré de Balzac

My child lost, and nobody knows how it happened, or what followed after you found her!
— from Chatterbox, 1906 by Various

But now when she was ashore the dread took hold of her again, and her knees trembled under her, so that she might scarce stand, so fearful was she of walking into some trap; especially when she beheld that goodly house, lest therein awaited her some proud and cruel lady, and no kind damsels to deliver her.
— from The Water of the Wondrous Isles by William Morris