But as this kind of Dance is the particular Invention of our own Country, and as every one is more or less a Proficient in it, I would not Discountenance it; but rather suppose it may be practised innocently by others, as well as myself, who am often Partner to my Landlady's Eldest Daughter.
— from The Spectator, Volume 1 Eighteenth-Century Periodical Essays by Steele, Richard, Sir
And so I say still; although I may not deny, but that I have had some [3949] bountiful patrons, and noble benefactors, ne sim interim ingratus , and I do thankfully acknowledge it, I have received some kindness, quod Deus illis beneficium rependat, si non pro votis, fortasse pro meritis , more peradventure than I deserve, though not to my desire, more of them than I did expect, yet not of others to my desert; neither am I ambitious or covetous, for this while, or a Suffenus to myself; what I have said, without prejudice or alteration shall stand.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton
Cotton on reels was—except to the purchaser—a still better speculation; the reels were large, handsomely mounted, and displayed in bold relief such inscriptions as the following:— PIKE’S PATENT COTTON.
— from London Labour and the London Poor (Vol. 1 of 4) by Henry Mayhew
“I doubt it,” Bob replied, shaking his head.
— from The Golden Boys Along the River Allagash by L. P. (Levi Parker) Wyman
I don't deserve it; but— Robert! ——' She had spoken with extraordinary self-command till the last word, which fell into a smothered cry for pardon.
— from Robert Elsmere by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.
I don’t deserve it; but— Robert! ——’ She had spoken with extraordinary self-command till the last word, which fell into a smothered cry for pardon.
— from Robert Elsmere by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.
My father had an original nobility of nature; and his life had not been such as to debase it, but rather such as to cherish and heighten that self-esteem which at least keeps the possessor of it from many meaner vices.
— from Sketches and Studies by Nathaniel Hawthorne
This was the story that was brought to Hull the next morning, and set every Englishman's blood boiling at the reckless, needless disaster inflicted by Rojestvensky's ships.
— from The North Pacific: A Story of the Russo-Japanese War by Willis Boyd Allen
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