1, 21, I shall not lay any novelty before you .
— from A Latin Grammar for Schools and Colleges by George Martin Lane

"Your love, and nothing but your love...." "Nothing!
— from The Eternal City by Caine, Hall, Sir

‘I suppose,’ returned the lady, ‘as nobody but yourself can want to look at a steam package, without wanting to go a-boarding of it, can they! Booby!’ ‘Which one do you want to look at then?’ said Tom.
— from Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens

As children, let the Lord at Nazareth be your model; as married, let the Lord, who loved the Church better than life, be your type; as parents, let the heavenly Father be your guide.
— from Chronicles of the Schonberg-Cotta Family by Elizabeth Rundle Charles

You must endeavour to feed cleanly at your ordinary, sit melancholy, and pick your teeth when you cannot speak: and when you come to plays, be humorous, look with a good starch'd face, and ruffle your brow like a new boot, laugh at nothing but your own jests, or else as the noblemen laugh.
— from Every Man out of His Humour by Ben Jonson

But if Your Yard is Long and Narrow, build your platform against the back fence (as described in Chapter XIV.), and let the track run along one of the side fences.
— from New Ideas for American Boys; The Jack of All Trades by Daniel Carter Beard

in all that befals you there is no curse, no hatred in God to you, no unatoned guilt, no danger of hell, or of coming short of the desired haven; nor perhaps many fears or dread of these things: I hope they are gone out of your conscience long ago: not but you may be tempted about them for a time, but these shall be gone.
— from The Morning of Spiritual Youth Improved, in the Prospect of Old Age and Its Infirmities Being a Literal and Spiritual Paraphrase on the Twelfth Chapter of Ecclesiastes. In a Series of Letters. by J. (John) Church

It was at a big afternoon ‘at home’; there was a palmist in a little dark room sitting near a lamp; she looked at nothing but your hands; she kept saying whatever you do, write.
— from The Tunnel: Pilgrimage, Volume 4 by Dorothy M. (Dorothy Miller) Richardson

“Scottie, you are a little darling, and that’s a fact, and I want you to try to love me if you can; and if you can’t, just tell me so, and I’ll either go to the bottom of the river or to the Mississippi Legislature, and never bother you any more.”
— from The White Rose of Memphis by William C. (Clark) Falkner

You've lived, and now behold your latest hour.
— from The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 04 by John Dryden