There come to dinner, they haveing dined, but my Lady caused something to be brought for me, and I dined well and mighty merry,
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

witchcraft,—but I am much to blame; I humbly do beseech you of your pardon For too much loving you.
— from Othello, the Moor of Venice by William Shakespeare

He went to his death breathing slaughter and charging his society to “avenge his murder.”
— from What Is Man? and Other Essays by Mark Twain

They, by observing of him, do bear themselves like foolish justices: he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like serving-man.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

When the last tips of the Falkland Islands had disappeared below the horizon, the Nautilus submerged to a depth between twenty and twenty–five meters and went along the South American coast.
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas: An Underwater Tour of the World by Jules Verne

Nor, how the lightest echo of their united home, directed by herself with such a wise and elegant thrift that it was more abundant than any waste, was music to her.
— from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

God forgive my husband, yet he Hasn't done his duty by me!
— from Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Abbess, fortunately for herself, died before her munificent patroness, who lived deep in Queen Elizabeth's time, ere she was summoned by fate.
— from The Fortunes of Nigel by Walter Scott

In the first place, it should be recollected that Peter Taylor was in quest of Blannerhasset with a letter for him from his wife; the presumption, therefore, was, that he would find Blannerhasset before he did Burr; and if so, he would not find Burr at all, because his object would be answered, and his journey at an end.
— from Abridgment of the Debates of Congress, from 1789 to 1856, Vol. 3 (of 16) by United States. Congress

Hugo de Buron, grandson of Ralph, and feudal Baron of Horsetan, retiring temp.
— from Lancashire Sketches Third Edition by Edwin Waugh

Farther to the south, when the Gothic day had dawned, buttresses were to be disguised as walls between the side chapels.
— from How France Built Her Cathedrals: A Study in the Twelfth and Thirteenth Centuries by Elizabeth Boyle O'Reilly

They nicknamed him the mole , for his dullness; but, in the mean time, he was making underground progress of his own, and he came to the surface one day, a mole no longer, to everybody's amazement, but a thing of such flight and song as they had never seen before,—in fine, a poet.
— from Modern Italian Poets; Essays and Versions by William Dean Howells