Mother, I am going to the market-place; Chide me no more.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

In due course Mr. Nixon made his appearance.
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

múla n large breed of horse, reddish-brown in color. mulásis n molasses.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

The remorseless sea of turbulently swaying shapes, voices of vengeance, and faces hardened in the furnaces of suffering until the touch of pity could make no mark on them.
— from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

'This here Conkey Chickweed—' 'Conkey means Nosey, ma'am,' interposed Duff.
— from Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

I move about, nevertheless, as before, and ride after my hounds with a juvenile and insolent ardour; and hold that I have very good satisfaction for an accident of that importance, when it costs me no more but a dull heaviness and uneasiness in that part; ‘tis some great stone that wastes and consumes the substance of my kidneys and my life, which I by little and little evacuate, not without some natural pleasure, as an excrement henceforward superfluous and troublesome.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

Physiologically interpreted, chastity means nothing more than the fact that present solicitations of sense are overpowered by suggestions of æsthetic and moral fitness which the circumstances awaken in the cerebrum; and that upon the inhibitory or permissive influence of these alone action directly depends.
— from The Principles of Psychology, Volume 1 (of 2) by William James

Wellington's seemingly ungrateful description of his army at Waterloo as "the worst he had ever commanded" meant no more than that it was deficient in this important particular—unity of spirit and courage.
— from The Art of War by active 6th century B.C. Sunzi

If there is none in Derbyshire to come against me, come all who will, from Nottingham, Stafford, or York, and if I do not make them one and all root the ground with their noses like swine in the forests, call me no more brave William the wrestler.
— from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle

The universe can make no mistakes, every particle of energy that has permeated the world since time began, has been working toward a completer system and a more harmonious whole.
— from A Persian Pearl, and Other Essays by Clarence Darrow

He shrugged drearily at the absurd charge, making no motion to take the offered hand, but sat there in the corner of the hansom looking rather old and shrunken.
— from The Convert by Elizabeth Robins

William Black’s rhapsodical pen can make no more of this scenery than “a peaceful landscape, very English-looking; in the distance there was a low line of wooded hill, with here and there a church spire appearing among the trees.”
— from Middlesex Painted by John Fulleylove; described by A.R. Hope Moncrieff by A. R. Hope (Ascott Robert Hope) Moncrieff

One man can milk not more than twenty cows, and he is a stout farm-hand who can daily milk more than twelve or fifteen.
— from Quaker Hill A Sociological Study by Warren H. (Warren Hugh) Wilson

"Maybe I can, maybe not," murmured the old man.
— from Hellhounds of the Cosmos by Clifford D. Simak

[Pg 339] Call me no more, I. 180 .
— from The Hesperides & Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2 by Robert Herrick

"'But the capitalists were disquieted that the people bought no more water, whereby they had no more any profits, and they spake one to another, saying: "It seemeth that our profits have stopped our profits, and by reason of the profits we have made, we can make no more profits.
— from Equality by Edward Bellamy

Yet what no mortal hand could make, No mortal power can ever break: What words or vows could never do, No words or vows can make untrue; And if to other hearts unknown The dearer and the more our own, Because too sacred and divine For other eyes, save thine and mine.
— from Legends and Lyrics. Part 1 by Adelaide Anne Procter

Clothes may not make the man, but the man certainly makes the clothes, and you can judge a person by what they wear so far as it is in their power to decide what that is.
— from The Revolutions of Time by Jonathan Dunn