So far therefore as Nature is utterly pressed down and overcome, so far is greater Grace bestowed and the inner man is daily created anew by fresh visitations, after the image of God.
— from The Imitation of Christ by à Kempis Thomas

Three other women had joined the throng, together with a rag-and-bone man in dilapidated clothing, accompanied by a donkey and cart.
— from Mrs. Bindle: Some Incidents from the Domestic Life of the Bindles by Herbert George Jenkins

When I crawled on deck I found the ship had taken up her moorings in Dockyard Creek, a branch of the Grand Harbour, from which it runs at right angles, on the opposite side to Valetta.
— from Salt Water: The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the Midshipman by William Henry Giles Kingston

to the Roman power considered as a great apostasy, and setting up a mighty and most oppressive domination over the true church, manifested in deep corruption and bloody persecutions, running on in its disastrous influence on the world, until that power should be destroyed, Babylon fall, and the reign of the saints be introduced.
— from Notes on the New Testament, Explanatory and Practical: Revelation by Albert Barnes

The mynde it demynyssheth, coloure and beaute.
— from The Ship of Fools, Volume 1 by Sebastian Brant

Yr oeđ etifeđ Pantannas yn caru a merch i dirfeđiannyđ cymydogaethol a breswyliai mewn tyđyn o’r enw Pen Craig Daf.
— from Celtic Folklore: Welsh and Manx (Volume 1 of 2) by Rhys, John, Sir

Would such a wound of entry by a missile traveling approximately 2,000 feet per second, approximately 6.5 mm. in diameter, cause a bloody type of a wound?
— from Warren Commission (06 of 26): Hearings Vol. VI (of 15) by United States. Warren Commission

With his mourning habiliments Septimus Hardon seemed to have cast off the interest the crowd might be supposed to have taken in him; for no one followed the thin shabby man in dusty clothes and battered hat, as he strode on, till abreast of the old inn, where he paused, as if about to enter; but the next moment, shaking his head wearily, he walked on, and was soon past the first mile-stone on his way to the great city.
— from Mad: A Story of Dust and Ashes by George Manville Fenn