Then, as I looked up at it, while it dripped, it seemed to my oppressed conscience like a phantom devoting me to the Hulks.
— from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

" So off the ass they jump'd, himself and son, And, like a prelate, donkey march'd alone.
— from Fables of La Fontaine — a New Edition, with Notes by Jean de La Fontaine

Some abuse their parents, yea corrupt their own sisters; others make long libels and pasquils, defaming men of good life, and extol such as are lewd and vicious.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

Long and patiently did Mrs Brook listen to her visitor and husband while they indignantly discussed these subjects.
— from The Settler and the Savage by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne

So I said him yea, and took in my own name fifty acres of marsh land, and paid down more than thirty pound sterling, and expended all of eight pound sterling for the ploughing and twice that for the burning, and sowed it with rape-seed at ninepence the acre, and paid twelve pound for the second ploughing and eleven pound for the fencing—all this did I draw from Sir John, who, to pay the Devil his due, gave it me with a free hand; and if God had been pleased to send the ordinary blessing upon mine acres I should have got from it at harvest three hundred or four hundred or even five hundred quarters of good rape-seed.
— from The Dark Frigate by Charles Boardman Hawes

A more enlightened friend, xii however, than the knight of Foucaucourt was Roger Bacon, who held Peregrinus in the very highest esteem, as the following glowing testimony shows: “There are but two perfect mathematicians,” wrote the English monk, “John of London and Petrus de Maharne-Curia, a Picard.”
— from The Letter of Petrus Peregrinus on the Magnet, A.D. 1269 by Pierre, de Maricourt, active 13th century

"The nun who saw their lot and part Died maniac, cursing God."
— from The New York Times Current History: the European War, February, 1915 by Various

"We always have," the young ones say, "When mother leads, a pleasant day." MARIAN DOUGLAS.
— from The Nursery, July 1881, Vol. XXX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers by Various

The eulogies of London and Paris dwelt more upon her acting than upon her singing, more upon her infusion of her own individuality into Marguerite, Lucia, and Ophelia than upon any merely vocal achievement.
— from Famous Singers of To-day and Yesterday by Henry Charles Lahee