What though no lofty palace portal-proud From all its chambers vomits forth a tide Of morning courtiers, nor agape they gaze On pillars with fair tortoise-shell inwrought, Gold-purfled robes, and bronze from Ephyre; Nor is the whiteness of their wool distained With drugs Assyrian, nor clear olive's use With cassia tainted; yet untroubled calm, A life that knows no falsehood, rich enow With various treasures, yet broad-acred ease, Grottoes and living lakes, yet Tempes cool, Lowing of kine, and sylvan slumbers soft, They lack not; lawns and wild beasts' haunts are there, A youth of labour patient, need-inured, Worship, and reverend sires: with them from earth Departing justice her last footprints left.
— from The Georgics by Virgil

Your rigging ("rigging" is a word By other folk than seamen heard) Has got a little loose; you need An overhaul, you do indeed.
— from Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, February 20, 1892 by Various

No Gospel has come down that cures With better gain a loss like yours.
— from The Victories of Love, and Other Poems by Coventry Patmore

It's been worth a thousand dollars to have had this laugh and to know I've got a lad like you growing up in my employ.
— from Cappy Ricks; Or, the Subjugation of Matt Peasley by Peter B. (Peter Bernard) Kyne

an' it tastes like glucose an' looks like yeast.
— from Wolfville Days by Alfred Henry Lewis

By-and-by, when you grow a little larger, you won't be so foolish, and then I can trust you in the yard at any time without having to watch you at all.
— from Gentle Measures in the Management and Training of the Young Or, the Principles on Which a Firm Parental Authority May Be Established and Maintained, Without Violence or Anger, and the Right Development of the Moral and Mental Capacities Be Promoted by Methods in Harmony with the Structure and the Characteristics of the Juvenile Mind by Jacob Abbott

The mother saw her sitting there as she popped her head in the door, but she would not call her; she began to think she was grieving about leaving London, yet she might have known better by the delight of her morning embrace, if by nothing else.
— from Some Little People by George Kringle

"Well, well, when the carpenter gets a little leisure you shall have one."
— from The South-West, by a Yankee. In Two Volumes. Volume 2 by J. H. (Joseph Holt) Ingraham