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

GO, PLOUGHMAN, PLOUGH 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 Mountainy Singer by Joseph Campbell

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

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

If I am to be examined further, let it be by your sovereign!”
— from St. Leon: A Tale of the Sixteenth Century by William Godwin