“Tell me,” I demanded, “what are you going to do about that disease of yours?
— from The Satyricon — Complete by Petronius Arbiter

"Tell me," I demanded, "what are you going to do about that disease of yours?
— from The Satyricon — Volume 03: Encolpius and His Companions by Petronius Arbiter

And if your work with me is done, where are you now going?" "Where am I going, brother?" said Amroth.
— from The Child of the Dawn by Arthur Christopher Benson

Young land of beauty! 'neath thy sun-ting'd shades, Beside thy lake, crystal in roseate light, Enam'ring music breathes: there, raptur'd maids In dances, with adoring youths unite; There, magic voices sigh in song; and glades With birds and blossoms, all but vital, seem Entranc'd, like hermit in divinest dream!
— from The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 12, No. 329, August 30, 1828 by Various