I must put yeh t' bed an' see that yeh git a good night's rest.
— from The Red Badge of Courage: An Episode of the American Civil War by Stephen Crane

Your Petrarch is more passionate, yet he, In days of sonetting, trusted them with much: Dante is hard, and few can understand him.
— from Volpone; Or, The Fox by Ben Jonson

Moreover, it is a distressing one for me, but I always keep it in my pocket; your portrait and letters are perpetually before my eyes.
— from Napoleon's Letters to Josephine, 1796-1812 For the First Time Collected and Translated, with Notes Social, Historical, and Chronological, from Contemporary Sources by Emperor of the French Napoleon I

It may pull you about horribly, but I defy it to break you up.”
— from The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 1 by Henry James

It may please your Highness: Having divided my life into the contemplative and active part, I am desirous to give his Majesty and your Highness of the fruits of both, simple though they be.
— from Bacon's Essays, and Wisdom of the Ancients by Francis Bacon

When that was done the King said, "Now it is not proper for you, a beggar-woman, to stay any longer in my palace, you may just go away with your husband."
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm

In my position you can readily understand that it is unwise to place one’s self under obligations.’
— from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

I much pity you.
— from Folk-Tales of Bengal by Lal Behari Day

At this time the cowman was buying large herds in Mexico, principally yearling steers and cows and calves.
— from The Sheriff of Badger: A Tale of the Southwest Borderland by George Pattullo

Thus, in many parks you find colonies of rooks, which hover round the house or castle in vast flights, and are in very good keeping with an ancient castle and its towering trees; though their cawing is not the most agreeable music in the world.
— from Tour in England, Ireland, and France, in the years 1826, 1827, 1828 and 1829. with remarks on the manners and customs of the inhabitants, and anecdotes of distiguished public characters. In a series of letters by a German Prince. by Pückler-Muskau, Hermann, Fürst von

Nobody ever refuses anything in my profession, you see.
— from The Tempting of Tavernake by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim

I must prepare you, however, for the lowest of low salaries," said the teacher, her voice changing suddenly to a dry sharpness.
— from Anne: A Novel by Constance Fenimore Woolson

"If you had been in my place, you would have done the same."
— from Now or Never; Or, The Adventures of Bobby Bright: A Story for Young Folks by Oliver Optic

As is a general rule in meat production, young animals give much better returns for food consumed than do mature individuals.
— from The Dollar Hen by Milo Hastings

“I have been thinking, sir,” said the bookkeeper timidly, “if you had a younger man in my place—” “You would go out, eh?
— from To Him That Hath: A Tale of the West of Today by Ralph Connor

"I must paint you, Suzee, some day just as you appear now and call you The Beauty of China, or something like that.
— from Five Nights: A Novel by Victoria Cross

Now, my dear Pomponius, since you imparted to me none of your wisdom in time to save me, either because you had made up your mind that I had judgment enough of my own, or that you owed me nothing beyond being by my side; and since, betrayed, beguiled, and hurried into a snare as I was, I neglected all my defences, abandoned and left Italy, which was everywhere on the qui vive to defend me, and surrendered myself and mine into the hands of enemies while you looked on and said nothing, though, even if you were not my superior in mental power, you were at least in less of a fright: now, if you can, raise the fallen, and in that way assist me!
— from The Letters of Cicero, Volume 1 The Whole Extant Correspodence in Chronological Order by Marcus Tullius Cicero

She made Jock own that his Serpentine plans had been unjustifiable, and then she added, “My poor boy, I must punish you.
— from Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's Brood by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge