But he who ever watchful strives To guard his subjects' wealth and lives, Dear as himself or, dearer still, His sons, with earnest heart and will,— That king, O Raghu's son, secures High fame that endless years endures, And he to Brahmá's world shall rise, Made glorious in the eternal skies.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

Nothing evil can happen to the good man either in life or death, and his own death has been permitted by the gods, because it was better for him to depart; and therefore he forgives his judges because they have done him no harm, although they never meant to do him any good.
— from Apology by Plato

In most cases this lower jaw—being easily unhinged by a practised artist—is disengaged and hoisted on deck for the purpose of extracting the ivory teeth, and furnishing a supply of that hard white whalebone with which the fishermen fashion all sorts of curious articles, including canes, umbrella-stocks, and handles to riding-whips.
— from Moby Dick; Or, The Whale by Herman Melville

In fact, the minister, who, in the plenitude of his power, had been unable to unearth Napoleon’s secret, might in despair at his own downfall interrogate Dantès and so lay bare the motives of Villefort’s plot.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

He who plucks a friend Out from his heart hath lost a treasured thing Dear as his own dear life.
— from Oedipus King of Thebes Translated into English Rhyming Verse with Explanatory Notes by Sophocles

The criminal was unknown; the victim had been found dead at his own door that morning.
— from The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I look at the face through the dark, and hours of dreams pass by.
— from The Gardener by Rabindranath Tagore

They will not keep you dawdling at home, or dancing attendance upon them; or withdraw you from the great world and stirring scenes of life and action which would make a man of you.
— from Phaedrus by Plato

sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.
— from Little Women; Or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy by Louisa May Alcott

'Oh grandpapa, has never a Marlowe got drunk at his own dining-room table?'
— from Mrs. Severn: A Novel, Vol. 1 (of 3) by Mary Elizabeth Carter

At the time of his death there was a rumor that he had written it deliberately as his own dirge before committing suicide; but it is now known that he died of cholera.
— from The Mentor: Russian Music, Vol. 4, Num. 18, Serial No. 118, November 1, 1916 by Henry T. Finck

I never eat but two meals a day—breakfast and supper: what you would call dinner—and maybe in the middle of the day a hunch of dry bread and an apple.
— from The Gamekeeper at Home: Sketches of Natural History and Rural Life by Richard Jefferies

Henry was but too happy to have raised up such a counterpoise to the power of Desmond, at his own door, while O'Brien was equally anxious to secure foreign aid against such intolerable encroachments.
— from A Popular History of Ireland : from the Earliest Period to the Emancipation of the Catholics — Volume 1 by Thomas D'Arcy McGee

He was used to poor dinners; and his only desire was to get away and to Barry's.
— from The Walking Delegate by Leroy Scott

This Madame liked the pretty, sociable Americaine , always smiled when she entered the shop with her husband, counselled her as to the choicest dainties of the day, asked her opinion deferentially as that of a connoisseur, and made her little gifts.
— from One Woman's Life by Robert Herrick

I got up instantly, dressed, and hastened on deck, like many more.
— from A Boy's Voyage Round the World by Samuel Smiles

Here he married "Mary, the daughter and heiress of Daniel Luke, of the Covent Garden (a rank Puritan family in Hudibras ), and again settled in his paternal county of Suffolk."
— from Peter Simple; and, The Three Cutters, Vol. 1-2 by Frederick Marryat

He seizes two more pieces, offers his opponent another choice, but, to the latter's huge delight and his own discomfiture, eventually discovers that both are black.
— from Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, January 24, 1917 by Various