429 Such words he poured forth, but the sword no less its way doth wend, Piercing the flank and rending through the goodly breast of him; And rolls Euryalus in death: in plenteous blood they swim His lovely limbs, his drooping neck low on his shoulder lies: As when the purple field-flower faints before the plough and dies, Or poppies when they hang their heads on wearied stems outworn, [Pg 261] When haply by the rainy load their might is overborne.
— from The Æneids of Virgil, Done into English Verse by Virgil

Blumenbach knew four men who ruminated their food, and they assured him they had a real enjoyment in doing it: two of them had the power of doing or abstaining from it at their pleasure.
— from Delineations of the Ox Tribe: The Natural History of Bulls, Bisons, and Buffaloes. Exhibiting all the Known Species and the More Remarkable Varieties of the Genus Bos. by George Vasey