Hearken now whilst I give you notice, to the end that you may not, like infidels, be by your simplicity abused, that in his time he was a rare philosopher and the cheerfullest of a thousand.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais
Man’s life is brief, but yet there is no man who cannot boast that there have been terrible moments in his past.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
That holy robe, O dinna tear it! Spare't for their sakes, wha aften wear it— The lads in black; But your curst wit, when it comes near it, Rives't aff their back. Think, wicked Sinner, wha ye're skaithing: It's just the Blue-gown badge an' claithing O' saunts; tak that, ye lea'e them naething To ken them by Frae ony unregenerate heathen, Like you or I. I've sent you here some rhyming ware, A' that I bargain'd for, an' mair; Sae, when ye hae an hour to spare, I will expect, Yon sang ye'll sen't, wi' cannie care, And no neglect.
— from Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns
'You shall work all day in the field, not because you like it, but because you must.
— from For Faith and Freedom by Walter Besant
Should you not have begun to smoke yet, Caroline, put it off as long as possible, and, if you do take to it, let it be because you really like it, not for a pose, as some girls do.
— from Your Affectionate Godmother by Elinor Glyn
Your money is gone,—gone it is, and gone let it be; but your skin is left,—and what do you want more?
— from The Adventures of Hajji Baba of Ispahan by James Justinian Morier
Go, ploughman, plough The mearing lands, The meadow lands: The mountain lands: All life is bare Beneath your share, All love is in your lusty hands.
— from The Advance of English Poetry in the Twentieth Century by William Lyon Phelps
"I don't care," cried the priest; "let it be brought; you will find nothing there."
— from The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James
I read one of his farragoes the other day and it was full of nothing but 'Think long, I beg, before you thwart the public will!'
— from Chippinge Borough by Stanley John Weyman
Now I respect and love it, both, because you are a part of it.
— from The Adventures of a Widow: A Novel by Edgar Fawcett
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