If we have it, as we think, we are made for ever, thrice happy, princes, lords, &c.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

The two kings gave to the bishop the city called Dorcic, 321 there to establish his episcopal see; where having built and consecrated churches, and by his pious labours called many to the Lord, he departed to the Lord, and was buried in the same city; but many years after, when Haedde was bishop, 322
— from Bede's Ecclesiastical History of England by Bede, the Venerable, Saint

It is certainly very piteous to see his poor little crooked body and pale face among great, strong people."
— from The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot

"Pretty little hen, Pretty little cock, And pretty brindled cow, What say ye to that?"
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm

you could never laugh at her prim little curls or her pink bows again if you saw her as I have done.”
— from Cranford by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

Thus took he purpos loves craft to suwe, And thoughte he wolde werken prively, 380 First, to hyden his desir in muwe From every wight y-born, al-outrely, But he mighte ought recovered be therby; Remembring him, that love to wyde y-blowe Yelt bittre fruyt, though swete seed be sowe.
— from Troilus and Criseyde by Geoffrey Chaucer

In her own special and pet easy-chair before the bright fire, Becky—with a coal smudge on her nose and several on her apron, with her poor little cap hanging half off her head, and an empty coal box on the floor near her—sat fast asleep, tired out beyond even the endurance of her hard-working young body.
— from A Little Princess Being the whole story of Sara Crewe now told for the first time by Frances Hodgson Burnett

While others had declared themselves poets, historians, philosophers, Lucian comes forth as a man of letters.
— from Lucian's True History by of Samosata Lucian

She thought about her beautiful dream, and felt perfect confidence that the good God would find a way for her out of her troubles, as her mother had told her; and she hoped that her mother was also in heaven, and would pray to God not to forget her poor little child left alone in the wide world.
— from Rico and Wiseli by Johanna Spyri

He now gave his friend an account of his life,--his faults, among which he adduced the very one in which he was just persisting, namely, drinking; his self-reproducing vanity, even with its self-acknowledgment; his conquests of women, which made him a magnetic mountain, full of the attracted nails from ships that had thereby fallen to pieces; his propensity, like Cardan, to offend his friends, to break in upon his own or another's good fortune, as, even when a child, he longed to interrupt the preacher, [128] or in the midst of the finest tune to smash the harpsichord, and in a fit of enthusiasm to think the most licentious thoughts.
— from Titan: A Romance. v. 2 (of 2) by Jean Paul

If even Samuel Lynn had looked upon it in the worst light, bringing to him paralysis, little chance was there that others might gaze through a brighter glass.
— from Mrs. Halliburton's Troubles by Wood, Henry, Mrs.

I wish you could see how prettily little children spell in my hand.
— from The World I Live In by Helen Keller

After awhile she drew her mother out of the babel, and giving her the bag to carry to save appearances, she walked slowly towards Liverpool Street, and took train with her for her pretty little cottage near Epping Forest.
— from The King of Schnorrers: Grotesques and Fantasies by Israel Zangwill

The souls which could not justify themselves were subjected to horrible punishment: leprosy consumed them to the end of time, and the most painful maladies attacked them, to torture them ceaselessly without any hope of release.
— from History of Egypt, Chaldæa, Syria, Babylonia, and Assyria, Volume 3 (of 12) by G. (Gaston) Maspero

The man, however, proved less capable of self-restraint than the girl, for he could not resist whispering, “Hester!”
— from The Middy and the Moors: An Algerine Story by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne

Here he paused, looked carefully in all directions, listened attentively without hearing sound of traveller or vehicle, and then whistled in a low tone twice.
— from True to his Colours The Life that Wears Best by Theodore P. Wilson

"Shop!" "Comin'!—what's wanten?" is the sharp and somewhat discourteous reply, as Mrs. Moggs gives a shake of admonition to her peevish little charge, and turns half back to the riotous assemblage in the rear.
— from Graham's Magazine Vol. XXXII No. 2. February 1848 by Various