Most of the hunters turned out by light this morning a few others remained without our permission or knoledge untill late in the morning, we chid them severely for their indolence and inattention to the order of last evening.
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

A horse grown old Slow kindling unto love in vain prolongs The fruitless task, and, to the encounter come, As fire in stubble blusters without strength, He rages idly.
— from The Georgics by Virgil

Deathe preast craft is very good for what to make old women gront and yong children cry and old fouls fling snort o ye's and brak up farimeys Doun by untrouths Lying and swaring to A Lye stop I am a Live old me I have heard your wickard stuff you have ingerd my frinds a plenty and if you dont stop I will call forth one Abraham bishup to put Niklos and all that trys to keep up Lying if there should be any such stuf in the Land Church members pant to be fonnd of Desepchon thay are perfect but if there is any put them with the tufe bourne the Roubege pise on it or that feare Not wind or filth go by the Rackel breed and wos then tourd I Like to sade Now shite stink strong bread & wine master botill houe is the boull a black man a frind to John mekel jentel man from A Crows Nest Whare Now where ass Cole cole ass whare whare Now whare o yefs sum whare deare oilen Now the Ingons Lived there onle that Cant be he was from hell whare his or was brother came from oyes oyess o yess a Crows Neast or orgen pouler Down
— from A Pickle for the Knowing Ones by Timothy Dexter

Nagkáras ang ákung tutunlan pagkináun sa buúngun nga káras ug lamì, I felt a stinging sensation [ 445 ] in my throat after eating too much of the acrid pomelo.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

So on a day she espied King Uriens lay in his bed sleeping.
— from Le Morte d'Arthur: Volume 1 by Malory, Thomas, Sir

It is not my fault, Callicles; our friend Chaerephon is to blame; for he would keep us loitering in the Agora.
— from Gorgias by Plato

“Our friend the professor,” said Servadac, “is not likely to tell us very much; but we may feel pretty certain of one thing: he wouldn’t keep us long in the dark, if he thought we were not going back to the earth again.
— from Off on a Comet! a Journey through Planetary Space by Jules Verne

Remember, my dear, that rich people—and we are rich—are obliged to keep up luxury in the State.
— from A Second Home by Honoré de Balzac

And further, “the scholar given up to historical research can and ought to strive to bring the really essential element of these struggles to the knowledge and appreciation of his opponents, for, if anywhere, then surely in the two principal camps of Christendom, large-minded polemics should be possible” (“Zum Kampfe um Luther” in the “Türmer,” January, 1906, p. 490).
— from Luther, vol. 1 of 6 by Hartmann Grisar

"Well, Jim, I tell you now, you don't know Uncle Lot if you say so; for he is just the settest critter in his way that ever you saw."
— from The May Flower, and Miscellaneous Writings by Harriet Beecher Stowe

But he does not keep us long in suspense.
— from Round Cape Horn Voyage of the Passenger-Ship James W. Paige, from Maine to California in the Year 1852 by J. (Joseph) Lamson

Mary really hankered after the beaded purse, but she knew Una loved it, so she said, “Give me Daniel.
— from Rainbow Valley by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery