Howe'er the world go, I'll make sure for one, And seek in time to intercept the worst, Warily guarding that which I ha' got: Ego mihimet sum semper proximus: 31
— from The Jew of Malta by Christopher Marlowe

Molde , sb. crumbling ground, earth, mould, S, S2, P, G; moolde , PP; mulde , WA; moldez , pl. , dry pieces of mould, S2.
— from A Concise Dictionary of Middle English from A.D. 1150 to 1580 by A. L. (Anthony Lawson) Mayhew

The MSS. give {e mia Sauromatai} (some {Sauromateon}).
— from The History of Herodotus — Volume 1 by Herodotus

personal property, personal estate, personal effects; personalty, chattels, goods, effects, movables; stock, stock in trade; things, traps, rattletraps, paraphernalia; equipage &c. 633. parcels, appurtenances. impedimenta; luggage, baggage; bag and baggage; pelf; cargo, lading.
— from Roget's Thesaurus by Peter Mark Roget

‘Mr. Sawyer!’ cried Mr. Pickwick, in a state of great excitement, ‘Mr. Sawyer, Sir!’
— from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

Ch., 7; Ladies' M. Soc., 3; G. E. Manley's S. S. Class, 10 20.00 Springfield.
— from The American Missionary — Volume 49, No. 02, February, 1895 by Various

Amid the general emotion Monsieur Sauvetanin said: “That is the right sort of song; very different from the nasty, risky things one generally hears at weddings.” Anna, who was visibly affected, kissed her hand to her sister and pointed to her husband with an affectionate nod, as if to congratulate her.
— from Original Short Stories — Volume 11 by Guy de Maupassant

Is it strange that, in the midst of the general effervescence, my soldiers should for a moment have forgotten themselves?
— from Memoirs of General Count Rapp, first aide-de-camp to Napoleon by Rapp, Jean, comte

"At The Grange!" exclaimed Mrs. Staunton, starting up.
— from A Girl in Ten Thousand by L. T. Meade

"Good evening, Mr. Sanderson," said Sam, coming in and shaking hands, followed by Spud.
— from The Rover Boys on a Tour; or, Last Days at Brill College by Edward Stratemeyer

But when Paul turned on him his quiet glance, Eprius Marcellus stopped short, stammered in the middle of a sentence, and ignominiously sat down, muttering something about ‘the evil eye.’
— from Darkness and Dawn; Or, Scenes in the Days of Nero. An Historic Tale by F. W. (Frederic William) Farrar