XXIX At last she chaunced by good hap to meet A goodly knight, ° faire marching by the way 250 Together with his Squire, arrayed meet: His glitterand armour shined farre away, Like glauncing light of Phœbus brightest ray; From top to toe no place appeared bare, That deadly dint of steele endanger may: 255 Athwart his brest a bauldrick brave he ware, That shynd, like twinkling stars, with stons most pretious rare.
— from Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I by Edmund Spenser

At which time Mistress Ann—[Probably Mrs. (afterwards Lady) Anne Montagu, daughter of Sir Edward Montagu, and sister to Mrs. Jem.]—came with the key of my Lord’s study for some things, and so we all broke up and after I had gone to my house and interpreted my Lord’s letter by his character—[The making of ciphers was a popular amusement about this time.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

There they lighted their fires at their tents and got dinner, offering sacrifice every man to one or other of the gods, and praying each one of them that he might live to come out of the fight.
— from The Iliad by Homer

Did our Saviour ever meet with his disciples on the first day of the week after the [Pg 39] evening of the day of his resurrection?
— from The Seventh Day Sabbath, a Perpetual Sign 1847 edition by Joseph Bates

From the hills beside the Bloody Falls, as the cataract is called, the eye could discern at a distance of some eight miles the open water of the Arctic and the glitter of the ice beyond.
— from Adventurers of the Far North: A Chronicle of the Frozen Seas by Stephen Leacock

"Dead of starvation eighty miles from here.
— from The Lure of the Labrador Wild by Dillon Wallace

After that Mr. Moore and I went as far as Fleet-street together and parted, he going into the City, I to find Mr. Calthrop, but failed again of finding him, so returned to Mr. Crew's again, and from thence went along with Mrs. Jemimah [Mrs. Jemimah, or Mrs. Jem, was Jemima, eldest daughter of Sir Edward Montagu.
— from Diary of Samuel Pepys — Volume 02: January 1659-1660 by Samuel Pepys

She scarcely left the stage, and had something to do or say every minute, yet I noticed that she found opportunities to observe where Bennett's eyes were straying.
— from The Heather-Moon by A. M. (Alice Muriel) Williamson