Beauteous Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower!
— from Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns

M.P. Mr. James Mewburn Mr. N. Middleton, T. Mitchell, Esq.
— from The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, Or Gustavus Vassa, The African Written By Himself by Olaudah Equiano

Then he continues— The moon has gone; the lilies on the lake, Whose beauty lingers in the memory, No more delight my gaze: they droop and fade; Deep is their sorrow for their absent lord.
— from A History of Sanskrit Literature by Arthur Anthony Macdonell

In a few days one came from Mrs. Bruce, informing me that my new master was still searching for me, and that she intended to put an end to this persecution by buying my freedom.
— from Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, Written by Herself by Harriet A. (Harriet Ann) Jacobs

36. and Jason Pratensis make it the fountain of most diseases, [2988] but most pernicious to them who are cold and dry: a melancholy man must not meddle with it, but in some cases.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

“And I pray you, good Christian brother,” replied the anchorite, “to disturb me no more.
— from Ivanhoe: A Romance by Walter Scott

Hingsabtan ming Máma nga manan-aw mig sini, Mama became aware that we were planning to go to the movies.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

I had no discourse with him, but after dinner Sir G. Carteret and I to talk about some business of his, and so I to Mrs. Martin, where was Mrs. Burroughs, and also fine Mrs. Noble, my partner in the christening of Martin’s child, did come to see it, and there we sat and talked an hour, and then all broke up and I by coach home, and there find Mr. Pelling and Howe, and we to sing and good musique till late, and then to supper, and Howe lay at my house, and so after supper to bed with much content, only my mind a little troubled at my late breach of vowes, which however I will pay my forfeits, though the badness of my eyes, making me unfit to read or write long, is my excuse, and do put me upon other pleasures and employment which I should refrain from in observation of my vowes.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

In his Letters from the Alleghany Mountains, written more than fifty years ago, Lanman gives (pp. 136, 137) a very fair synopsis of this myth, locating the game [ 432 ] preserve of Kana′tĭ, whom he makes an old Cherokee chief, in a (traditional) cave on the north side of the Black mountain, now Mount Mitchell, in Yancey county, North Carolina, the highest peak east of the Rocky mountains.
— from Myths of the Cherokee Extract from the Nineteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology by James Mooney

"Ah, Eleanor—" "My name, Mr. Slope, is Mrs. Bold," said Eleanor, who, though determined to hear out the tale of his love, was too much disgusted by his blasphemy to be able to bear much more of it.
— from Barchester Towers by Anthony Trollope

Then, if so, must not Mr. Hastings recover it again from the Company?
— from The Works of the Right Honourable Edmund Burke, Vol. 10 (of 12) by Edmund Burke

I became a machine, nay, more, a brutal thinking machine, with gold as the one object in life.
— from Under Sealed Orders by H. A. (Hiram Alfred) Cody

42 For I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: 43 I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.
— from An Examination of the Testimony of the Four Evangelists, by the Rules of Evidence Administered in Courts of Justice With an Account of the Trial of Jesus by Simon Greenleaf

Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome Ant.
— from Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare