(5) The meaning of the words 'artificer of day and night' is literally true according to Plato's view.
— from Timaeus by Plato

us makes to his Lucretia, [5336] day and night I think of thee, I wish for thee, I talk of thee, call on thee, look for thee, hope for thee, delight myself in thee, day and night I love thee.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

Now had they brought the work by wondrous Art Pontifical, a ridge of pendent Rock Over the vext Abyss, following the track Of Satan, to the selfsame place where hee First lighted from his Wing, and landed safe From out of Chaos to the outside bare Of this round World: with Pinns of Adamant And Chains they made all fast, too fast they made And durable; and now in little space 320 The Confines met of Empyrean Heav'n And of this World, and on the left hand Hell With long reach interpos'd; three sev'ral wayes In sight, to each of these three places led.
— from The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton

Ea foramen fit in ipso fine vitiosi ossis atque integri; deinde alterum non ita longe, tertiumque, donec totus is locus qui excidendus est his cavis cinctus sit.
— from Surgical Instruments in Greek and Roman Times by John Stewart Milne

Now had they brought the work by wondrous Art Pontifical, a ridge of pendent Rock Over the vext Abyss, following the track Of Satan , to the selfsame place where hee First lighted from his Wing, and landed safe From out of Chaos to the outside bare Of this round World: with Pinns of Adamant And Chains they made all fast, too fast they made And durable; and now in little space
— from Paradise Lost by John Milton

Whole families—old men, women, and children—cross rough passes and untrodden wilds, coming from a great distance, to join a camp-meeting, where they totally forget for several days and nights, in listening to these discourses, the cares of business and even the most urgent wants of the body.
— from Democracy in America — Volume 2 by Alexis de Tocqueville

[3254] Fulget gemma floris, et jaspide fulva supellex, Strata micant Tyrio——— With sweet odours and perfumes, generous wines, opiparous fare, &c., besides the gallantest young men, the fairest [3255] virgins, puellae scitulae ministrantes , the rarest beauties the world could afford, and those set out with costly and curious attires, ad stuporem usque spectantium , with exquisite music, as in [3256] Trimaltion's house, in every chamber sweet voices ever sounding day and night, incomparabilis luxus , all delights and pleasures in each kind which to please the senses could possibly be devised or had, convives coronati, delitiis ebrii , &c. Telemachus, in Homer, is brought in as one ravished almost at the sight of that magnificent palace, and rich furniture of Menelaus, when he beheld
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

And, Vivien, though ye beat me like your dog, I too could die, as now I live, for thee.'
— from Idylls of the King by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron

As the sensuous passionate music swelled in the sultry air of the dark gar [239] den at Nuremburg, I listened, moved by it as I always am—when I cannot see the over-dressed, lady-like Marguerite that goes a-starring in America.
— from Told in a French Garden August, 1914 by Mildred Aldrich

The naturalist will feel this astonishment more deeply after having examined the soft and almost gelatinous bodies of these apparently insignificant coral-polypifers, and when he knows that the solid reef increases only on the outer edge, which day and night is lashed by the breakers of an ocean never at rest.
— from The Beauties of Nature, and the Wonders of the World We Live In by Lubbock, John, Sir

He hath led me and brought me Into darkness and not into light.
— from Helon's Pilgrimage to Jerusalem, Volume 1 (of 2) A picture of Judaism, in the century which preceded the advent of our Savior. by Friedrich Strauss

Ten days and nights I lay upon my bed.
— from An Egyptian Princess — Complete by Georg Ebers

Day and night I look down on lives as full of sin, self-sacrifice and suffering as any in those famous books.
— from Proverb Stories by Louisa May Alcott