[Enter BLACKAMOORS with music; MOTH, the KING, BEROWNE, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAINE in Russian habits, and masked.]
— from Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare

"Be satisfied; I am as happy as possible—for every instant I take delight in repeating, how, at my age, I am free—absolutely free!"
— from The Wandering Jew — Volume 08 by Eugène Sue

Do I receive him as my Prophet , submitting my will entirely to the teachings of his word and Spirit?
— from A Practical Directory for Young Christian Females Being a Series of Letters from a Brother to a Younger Sister by Harvey Newcomb

Enter Blackamoors with music ; Moth ; the King, Biron , Longaville , and Dumain , in Russian habits, and masked .
— from The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 2 of 9] by William Shakespeare

“Does it really help a man—to see himself?...” Such thoughts engaged him until he found himself in his study.
— from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

Shame be on him Who calls upon the poet for the proof Of that which in the ancient days befell; But here were golden groves by yellow growth Weighed down in richness, here a maiden band Were guardians; and a serpent, on whose eyes Sleep never fell, was coiled around the trees, Whose branches bowed beneath their ruddy load.
— from Pharsalia; Dramatic Episodes of the Civil Wars by Lucan

This title pleased me best of any, for it was Harry Blew that first bestowed it on me, and from the day that he saved me from drowning, I regarded him as my true friend and protector.
— from The Boy Tar by Mayne Reid

He says of himself— "Swift had the sin of wit, no venial crime; Nay, 'tis affirmed he sometimes dealt in rhyme: Humour and mirth had place in all he writ, He reconciled divinity and wit."
— from History of English Humour, Vol. 2 by A. G. K. (Alfred Guy Kingan) L'Estrange

Swift had the sin of wit, no venial crime: Nay, 'twas affirm'd, he sometimes dealt in rhyme; Humour and mirth had place in all he writ; He reconcil'd divinity and wit: He moved and bow'd, and talk'd with too much grace; Nor show'd the parson in his gait or face; Despised luxurious wines and costly meat; Yet still was at the tables of the great; Frequented lords; saw those that saw the queen; At Child's or Truby's,[3]
— from The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 2 by Jonathan Swift