The path of truth he never leaves, And still through all to duty cleaves.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

The White Lily has very large and thick dark green leaves lying on the water, sustained by long and thick foot-stalks, that arise from a great, thick, round, and long tuberous black root spongy or loose, with many knobs thereon, green on the outside, but as white as snow within, consisting of divers rows of long and somewhat thick and narrow leaves, smaller and thinner the more inward they be, encompassing a head with many yellow threads or thrums in the middle; where, after they are past, stand round Poppy-like heads, full of broad oily and bitter seed.
— from The Complete Herbal To which is now added, upwards of one hundred additional herbs, with a display of their medicinal and occult qualities physically applied to the cure of all disorders incident to mankind: to which are now first annexed, the English physician enlarged, and key to Physic. by Nicholas Culpeper

You can continually correct and redraw in this medium by rubbing it with the finger or a rag, thus destroying the lights and shadows to a large extent, and enabling you to draw them again more carefully.
— from The Practice and Science of Drawing by Harold Speed

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

There are very many witnesses to both facts; but for brevity's sake, I shall confine myself to one family: Tiberius Gracchus, Publius's son, will be held in honour as long as the memory of Rome shall endure; but his sons were not approved by patriots while they lived, and since they are dead they are numbered among those whose murder was justifiable.
— from De Officiis by Marcus Tullius Cicero

There are in human life dangers every day bravely met and overcome which are not less terrible than those which face the soldier, in whom patriotism may be less a sentiment than a duty, and whose cowardice must be dearly paid.
— from Perpetual Peace: A Philosophical Essay by Immanuel Kant

' One night when Beauclerk and Langton had supped at a tavern in London, and sat till about three in the morning, it came into their heads to go and knock up Johnson, and see if they could prevail on him to join them in a ramble.
— from Boswell's Life of Johnson Abridged and edited, with an introduction by Charles Grosvenor Osgood by James Boswell

oculorum decipulam , [5011] one therefore calls it, et indicem libidinis , the trap of lust, and sure token, as an ivy-bush is to a tavern.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

And the witnesses too....” Dr. Startchenko, a middle-aged man in spectacles with a dark beard, and the examining magistrate Lyzhin, a fair man, still young, who had only taken his degree two years before and looked more like a student than an official, sat in silence, musing.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

In some great Structures, Lowness is exprest; And Sleep even sometimes, Homer lull'd to Rest; Building , like Painting , proper Point of Sight, Requires to view it, in its clearest Light; And some tho' aim'd at Grandeur ; or at Ease,
— from The Art of Architecture: A Poem in Imitation of Horace's Art of Poetry by John Gwynn

There are some, however, who give the honour of having invented kissing to Rouix, or Rowena, the daughter of Hengist, the Saxon; a Dutch historian tells us, she, "pressed the beaker with her lipkens (little lips,) and saluted the amorous Vortigern with a husgin (little kiss,)" and this latter authority we ourselves feel most inclined to rely on; deeply anxious to secure to our fair countrywomen the honour of having invented this delightful art.
— from The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 13, No. 357, February 21, 1829 by Various

He lived alone since then, and now, in his turn, he, too, will soon be dead.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

I drew my arrow to the head of my bow and, as the bear was standing up with his side toward me, and his paws were well up, I aimed for his side, just under the leg, and sent the arrow with all the force I could.
— from Winter Adventures of Three Boys in the Great Lone Land by Egerton Ryerson Young

Of the three crimes charged in these indictments, the two latter are subordinate to, and dependent on the first.
— from Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's Wife by Madeline Leslie

More like a son than a boarder in her house, he had brought with him a sense of support and competence such as the hard-worked little woman had never known.
— from Judith of the Cumberlands by Alice MacGowan

I have left both Bess’s doors wide open, so we have nothing to do but to creep through; as for me, I am an old file, and could steal my way through a sick man’s room, like a sunbeam through a keyhole.”
— from Pelham — Complete by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

“Oswald’s no’ a fool—and I’m no’ a monkey nor a brat, nor little either—and if any thing was to happen I would never forsake you, whatever you had done—but I like Desirée better than ever I liked any one—and she knows every thing—and she could teach me better than all the masters and mistresses in Edinburgh—and if you don’t send for her here to be my governess, I may go to school, but I’ll never learn a single thing again!”
— from The Laird of Norlaw; A Scottish Story by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

“Again I felt that shuddering sigh which was less a sound than an impression.
— from The Mountain of Fears by Henry C. (Henry Cottrell) Rowland

I told them to get out, but the man only laughed and said that all berries were common property.”
— from The Haunted Ship by Kate Marion Tucker