“Then you must know, dear Eliza, that this little cunt of yours is made for the express purpose of having a prick put into it; only, as mine is so large, and you are still so small and so young, I was afraid it would give you too much pain to do it sooner; but now, I think, I may get it in, if I do it gently.”
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

You must speak to either Malcom or Lente for their assistance, unless you can think of something more convenient, putting the matter in such light as your address shall think proper.
— from Memoirs of Aaron Burr, Complete by Aaron Burr

And a very old man is still living at Yaxley, who remembers, as a boy, having often seen them on the road, some very well dressed, others in tatters, few in uniform.
— from The French Prisoners of Norman Cross: A Tale by Brown, Arthur, Rev.

If, in reefing topsails, you happen to be a minute later than another ship, never mind it, so long as your sails are well reefed, and fit to stand blowing weather.
— from Frank Mildmay; Or, the Naval Officer by Frederick Marryat

“I can only assure you this much, mother,” was the answer,—“that if you conduct yourself well towards me, I shall act well towards you,—that you shall have your own way in every thing where my will is not violently thwarted,—and that I will co-operate with you cheerfully for our mutual interests, so long as you do not attempt to drive me as a slave.”
— from The Mysteries of London, v. 4/4 by George W. M. (George William MacArthur) Reynolds

" "Then I won't come here at all!" "Very good," exclaimed the old man irritably, "so long as you explain to her first.
— from The Unclassed by George Gissing

I told your mother I should look after you, and I am going to, and it has given a vast pleasure to me to have such an interest.
— from One of the 28th: A Tale of Waterloo by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty

"Thought you were down at Malwood," I said, "looking after your flocks and herds, your brocoli and your spring onions." Ask why was made the gem so small
— from Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, October 17, 1891 by Various

But we must part; if you are seen with me, I shall lose all. Yar.
— from Inkle and Yarico: An opera, in three acts by George Colman