In public places men do not jump up for every strange woman who happens to approach.
— from Etiquette by Emily Post

And now Jones, upon further enquiry, was sufficiently assured that the bearer of this muff was no other than the lovely Sophia herself.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

Fully persuaded that the year of jubilee had come at last, the poor things joined us, from every plantation along the road, many of them mayhap leaving good masters for bad, and comfortable homes for no homes at all.
— from The Recollections of a Drummer-Boy by Henry Martyn Kieffer

There is no glory, he admits, in murdering a woman:— Extinxisse nefas tamen et sumpsisse merentis Laudabor poenas, animumqne explesse juvabit Ultricis flammae, et cineres satiasse meorum.
— from Helen of Troy by Andrew Lang

When death separates us, I know that we shall be reunited; and I know, too, that a glorious crown, the prize of his high calling, will assuredly be his, and that that crown I shall share with him, and full draughts of joy unspeakable for ever and ever.”
— from The Cruise of the Mary Rose; Or, Here and There in the Pacific by William Henry Giles Kingston

I had meant to do a jaunt up from East London to visit some people at Grahamstown and at King William's Town, but I was so happy at Greytown that I stayed on longer than I intended, and had to give up the other visits.
— from A Nurse's Life in War and Peace by E. C. (Eleanor Constance) Laurence

A squadron is hourly expected from Lord Keith, and probably some ships may soon join us from England.
— from Memoirs and Correspondence of Admiral Lord de Saumarez, Vol. I by Ross, John, Sir

Innocuas placide corpus jubet urere flammas, Et justo rapidos temperat igne focos.
— from Life of Johnson, Volume 5 Tour to the Hebrides (1773) and Journey into North Wales (1774) by James Boswell

They cannot separate us when the padre has joined us for ever.
— from Lone Pine: The Story of a Lost Mine by R. B. (Richard Baxter) Townshend

If we painted her, we should not represent her as a neat, trim damsel, with starched linen cuffs and collar: she would be a brunette, dark but comely, with gorgeous tissues, a general disarray and dazzle, and with a sort of jolly untidiness, free, easy, and joyous.
— from Palmetto-Leaves by Harriet Beecher Stowe

"Around the one who's supposed to judge us for eternity?
— from The Alembic Plot: A Terran Empire novel by Ann Wilson