"And I," replied Davison, "am resolved you shall not."
— from The Life of Horatio, Lord Nelson by Robert Southey

If you stop any one to enquire your own way, or if you are called upon to direct another, remove your hat while asking or answering the question.
— from The Gentlemen's Book of Etiquette and Manual of Politeness Being a Complete Guide for a Gentleman's Conduct in All His Relations Towards Society by Cecil B. Hartley

I made you carry me, over and over again, when you should have made me walk; and I often drove you in harness, when you would much rather have sat down and read your news-paper: didn't I?' 'Sometimes, sometimes.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

Pile up gold, heap up silver, build covered walks, fill your house with slaves and the town with debtors, unless you lay to rest the passions of the soul, and put a curb on your insatiable desires, and rid yourself of fear and anxiety, you are but pouring out wine for a man in a fever, and giving honey to a man who is bilious, and laying out a sumptuous banquet for people who are suffering from dysentery, and can neither retain their food nor get any benefit from it, but are made even worse by it.
— from Plutarch's Morals by Plutarch

las 10 y media (doble especial): Por las nubes (dos actos) (reprise) y Pastora Imperio .
— from A First Spanish Reader by Erwin W. (Erwin William) Roessler

Commodus retired to sleep; but whilst he was laboring with the effects of poison and drunkenness, a robust youth, by profession a wrestler, entered his chamber, and strangled him without resistance.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

That lady made the day for exercise, to travel, work, wait on and labour in each his negotiation and employment; and that we may with the more fervency and ardour prosecute our business, she sets before us a clear burning candle, to wit, the sun’s resplendency; and at night, when she begins to take the light from us, she thereby tacitly implies no less than if she would have spoken thus unto us: My lads and lasses, all of you are good and honest folks, you have wrought well to-day, toiled and turmoiled enough,—the night approacheth,—therefore cast off these moiling cares of yours, desist from all your swinking painful labours, and set your minds how to refresh your bodies in the renewing of their vigour with good bread, choice wine, and store of wholesome meats; then may you take some sport and recreation, and after that lie down and rest yourselves, that you may strongly, nimbly, lustily, and with the more alacrity to-morrow attend on your affairs as formerly.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

I could only say, doubtingly and restrainedly— "You have something to tell me.
— from The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

You be a-tired an' cwold enough, I s'pose; Zit down an' rest your bwones, an' warm your nose.
— from Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect by William Barnes

The detail which my sister gave me of your separation from Mr. Boyer was painful, as I had long contemplated a happy union between you; but still more disagreeable sensations possessed my breast when told that you had suffered your lively spirits to be depressed, and resigned yourself to solitude and dejection.
— from The Coquette, or, The History of Eliza Wharton A Novel: Founded on Fact by Hannah Webster Foster

These receive, each spring when the stream is in flood, a fresh coating of soil mixed with fragments of vegetable matter, and thus grow deeper and richer year by year.
— from Cornell Nature-Study Leaflets Being a selection, with revision, from the teachers' leaflets, home nature-study lessons, junior naturalist monthlies and other publications from the College of Agriculture, Cornell University, Ithaca, N.Y., 1896-1904 by New York State College of Agriculture

[9] You have thus advanced a step beyond common Deism, and rendered yourselves inaccessible even by miracles.
— from Unitarianism Defended A Series of Lectures by Three Protestant Dissenting Ministers of Liverpool by John Hamilton Thom

"Sir William Stanley, by you appointed governor of Deventer, and Rowland York, governor of Fort Zutphen, have refused, by virtue of that secret document, to acknowledge any authority in this country.
— from PG Edition of Netherlands series — Complete by John Lothrop Motley

The two daughters of Sir Robert Saltonstall, Mrs. Phillips the minister's wife, the wives of Nowell, Coddington and others made up the group of gentlewomen who dined with Lady Arbella in "the great cabin," the greatness of which will be realized when the reader reflects that the ship was but three hundred and fifty tons burden and could carry aside from the fifty or so sailors, but thirty passengers, among whom were numbered various discreet and reputable "young gentlemen" who, as Winthrop wrote, "behave themselves well, and are conformable to all good orders," one or two of whom so utilized their leisure that the landing found them ready for the marriage bells that even Puritan asceticism still allowed to be rung.
— from Anne Bradstreet and Her Time by Helen Campbell

"There were reasons why I hadn't the pleasure of duly making the acquaintance of your relatives, but I think you said he was tolerably wealthy, and, as he evidently desires a reconciliation, you must do your best to please him.
— from Thurston of Orchard Valley by Harold Bindloss

Do your duty by my dear daughter, and render your gratitude to heaven—quoe sunt Coesaris, Coesari, et quoe sunt Dei, Deo!
— from Sant' Ilario by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

"I'm awfully sorry to break your heart, Skim, dear, and ruin your future life, and make you misanthropic and cynical, and spoil your mother's investment and make her mad as a hornet.
— from Aunt Jane's Nieces at Millville by L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum

“That’s what all you women do—you pitch upon something quite different and revenge yourself with it, when all the time you’re thinking about—God knows what!—some mad grievance of your own that has no connection with what you say!”
— from Rodmoor: A Romance by John Cowper Powys