[The dredger was probably the drageoir of France; in low Latin, dragerium, or drageria, in which comfits (dragdes) were kept.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

Half the sky was chequered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning flashes it looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid seacoast city, doomed to destruction.
— from My Antonia by Willa Cather

And then I found I lost life, death by flying: Who hundreds live are but soe long a dying.
— from The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2) Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts by John Donne

Philip was of a careful, or, to say truth, of a frugal disposition, which he may well have inherited from his father; though this did not, as with his father in later life, degenerate into parsimony.
— from History of the Reign of Philip the Second King of Spain, Vol. 3 And Biographical & Critical Miscellanies by William Hickling Prescott

For I look like Death, and am as weak as Water, For several Days I loath the sight of Meat, And every Night I chew the upper Sheet; [*?]
— from The Fifteen Comforts of Matrimony: Responses From Women by Various

The first, which refers exclusively to her visit to London, was addressed to one of her old friends in Yorkshire: Ellen it seems told you that I spent a fortnight in London last December.
— from Charlotte Brontë: A Monograph by T. Wemyss (Thomas Wemyss) Reid

“Thousands of young men have fallen in love, like Dante, with unattainable young women.
— from Amethyst: The Story of a Beauty by Christabel R. (Christabel Rose) Coleridge

He lipt out ter Miss Meadows house, Brer Fox did, en make like he wanter borry a chunk er fier fer ter light he pipe, en he tuck dat chunk, en he run 'roun' de fiel', en he sot de grass a fier, en't wa'n't long 'fo' it look lak de whole face er de yeth waz a-blazin' up."
— from Nights With Uncle Remus by Joel Chandler Harris

He proved the truth of what he himself somewhere says, that trusting to the constancy of court favour is "like lying down on the wing of a windmill to sleep soundly.
— from Main Currents in Nineteenth Century Literature - 3. The Reaction in France by Georg Brandes

I fancied I loved Lucien Decker fondly, devotedly; and how happy was I when under the influence of that fancy.
— from Graham's Magazine Vol. XXXII No. 2. February 1848 by Various