Three joyous good fellows, with hearts clear of flaw Craigdarroch, so famous for with, worth, and law; And trusty Glenriddel, so skill'd in old coins; And gallant Sir Robert, deep-read in old wines.
— from Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns

"Well, I will comfort myself with that promise, my good Sancho," replied Don Quixote, "and I believe thou wilt keep it; for indeed though stupid thou art veracious."
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

‘Go, Sir,’ returned Dick, leaning against a post and waving his hand.
— from The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens

The counterfeit sunglass sellers were gone, but they'd been replaced by guys selling robot dogs that barked the national anthem and would lift their legs if you showed them a picture of Osama bin Laden.
— from Little Brother by Cory Doctorow

Let me tell you, senor, she is not worth two maravedis for a queen; countess will fit her better, and that only with God’s help.” “Leave it to God, Sancho,” returned Don Quixote, “for he will give her what suits her best; but do not undervalue thyself so much as to come to be content with anything less than being governor of a province.”
— from The History of Don Quixote, Volume 1, Complete by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

"Leave it to God, Sancho," returned Don Quixote, "for he will give her what suits her best; but do not undervalue thyself so much as to come to be content with anything less than being governor of a province."
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Finally, our souls are so fashioned and moulded, that they are sooner captivated by appearances, than by real truths; of which, if any one would demand an example, he may find a very familiar one in churches, where, if what is delivered from the pulpit be a grave, solid, rational discourse, all the congregation grow weary, and fall asleep, till their patience be released; whereas if the preacher (pardon the impropriety of the word, the prater I would have said) be zealous, in his thumps of the cushion, antic gestures, and spend his glass in the telling of pleasant stories, his beloved shall then stand up, tuck their hair behind their ears, and be very devoutly attentive.
— from In Praise of Folly Illustrated with Many Curious Cuts by Desiderius Erasmus

I only stayed to put away my gun and powder-horn, and give some requisite directions to one of the farming-men, and then repaired to the vicarage, to solace my spirit and soothe my ruffled temper with the company and conversation of Eliza Millward.
— from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

Any lurking danger of too great speculative restlessness disappeared.
— from The Daughters of Danaus by Mona Caird

Grange Road and Grange Walk occupy the site of an old mansion known as “The Grange.” Spa Road derived its name from a spa, or mineral well, discovered here in the long, long ago.
— from Names: and Their Meaning; A Book for the Curious by Leopold Wagner

The great steam roar died away to the rhythmic, whistling wail that had preceded it.
— from Fire Mountain A Thrilling Sea Story by Norman Springer

Again the river, winding through the pleasant valley, framed in gently rising hill-sides, appeared as great silver ribbon, decorating a mass of heavily-embroidered green velvet.
— from The Red Acorn by John McElroy

You can steer from the wheel in the bow after we get started, right down the coast.
— from The Camp Fire Girls at the Seashore; Or, Bessie King's Happiness by Jane L. Stewart

" The student of the life of the great Scottish Reformer does not need to be told that the framer of the Book of Common Order was not himself bound by any particular form of prayer in public worship.
— from Presbyterian Worship: Its Spirit, Method and History by Robert Johnston