It was too much like laughing at a man when sober for his erratic deeds during intoxication.
— from Tess of the d'Urbervilles: A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy

Never tell him, my lord: let her wear it out with good counsel.
— from Much Ado about Nothing by William Shakespeare

I was so shocked at this, that it never occurred to me, until some days afterwards, that she had also died without giving me my little legacy.
— from The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

Now desperate I hate my life, Lend me a halter or a knife; All my griefs to this are jolly, Naught so damn'd as melancholy.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

Who will deprive the Muses of amorous imaginations, will rob them of the best entertainment they have, and of the noblest matter of their work: and who will make Love lose the communication and service of poesy, will disarm him of his best weapons: by this means they charge the god of familiarity and good will, and the protecting goddesses of humanity and justice, with the vice of ingratitude and unthankfulness.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

Examples: creep, crept; keep, kept; sleep, slept; sweep, swept; weep, wept; feel, felt; deal, dealt (pronounced delt ); mean, meant (pronounced ment ); lose, lost; leave, left.
— from An Advanced English Grammar with Exercises by George Lyman Kittredge

Whether old age, with faint but cheerful ray, Attends to gild the evening of my day, Or death’s black wing already be displayed, To wrap me in the universal shade; Whether the darkened room to muse invite, Or whitened wall provoke the skewer to write: In durance, exile, Bedlam or the Mint— Like Lee or Budgel, I will rhyme and print.
— from An Essay on Man; Moral Essays and Satires by Alexander Pope

“You have my leave,” Lucetta was saying gaily.
— from The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy

León , m. , Leo. les , to them.
— from A First Spanish Reader by Erwin W. (Erwin William) Roessler

But, as I said, madam,' continued Dorothee, 'when first I heard the music, that came just now, I thought it was my late lady's, and I have often thought so again, when I have heard it, as I have done at intervals, ever since.
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

Oh, Nora , my long-lost lark!
— from Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, March 25, 1893 by Various

My Dear, Dear, Darling Charley ,—I cannot tell you how much my heart has yearned to see you, or hear from you, for many long, long months past.
— from The Young Fur Traders by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne

Then the early spring made the seeds sprout forth again, and the peasants once more, like laborious ants, passed their days in the fields, toiling from morning till night, under the wind and under the rain, along the furrows of brown earth which brought forth the bread of men.
— from Original Short Stories — Volume 09 by Guy de Maupassant

Mr. Lumsden looked still more serious.
— from Merkland; or, Self Sacrifice by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

Mrs. Wigram, my late lord's daughter-in-law, lives here."
— from When Love Calls by Stanley John Weyman

Miss Lucy lost.
— from The Magic City by E. (Edith) Nesbit

The most striking object was the spacious mosque of Oulou-Jamè piercing through the morning mists in spectral whiteness—the stunted minarets, looking like caricatures of those light, slender, fairy-moulded creations which shoot so loftily into the blue heaven at Stamboul; minarets that have sacrificed their grace to the south wind, which blows so violently at Broussa as frequently to unroof the more lofty buildings; and whose ill-proportioned cupolas of lead complete the pictorial ruin, and give them the appearance of bulky wax candles, surmounted by metal extinguishers.
— from The City of the Sultan; and Domestic Manners of the Turks, in 1836, Vol. 2 (of 2) by Miss (Julia) Pardoe