so good, as good Cystawci, n. a mastiff Cystig, a. severe, austere, harsh Cystled, ad.
— from A Pocket Dictionary: Welsh-English by William Richards

Isabella had, of course, a great respect for friars, who are as nearly like nuns as men can be.
— from Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

“Nowhere a man can go and cut loose a bit.
— from Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

The great day arriving, the good lady put herself under Kate’s hands an hour or so after breakfast, and, dressing by easy stages, completed her toilette in sufficient time to allow of her daughter’s making hers, which was very simple, and not very long, though so satisfactory that she had never appeared more charming or looked more lovely.
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

The offer was not to be refused; Nicholas and Mr. Crummles gave Mrs Crummles an arm each, and walked up the street in stately array.
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

Human solidarity never appears more clearly than in the case of laughter.
— from Introduction to the Science of Sociology by E. W. (Ernest Watson) Burgess

it has four toes on each foot, of which two are in rear and two in front; the nails are much curved long and remarkably Keen or Sharply pointed.
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

Who that is not a miserable caitiff will refrain from smiling at the praises of justice?
— from The Republic of Plato by Plato

"That any of these rogues," quoth John, "should imagine I am not as much concerned as they about having my affairs in a settled condition, or that I would wrong my heir for I know not what!
— from The History of John Bull by John Arbuthnot

That he was not a mere cypher was clear from the fact that the Anglo-Indian community on the one side and the Congress on the other were each waiting patiently, eager to hook him, and land him on their own side.
— from The Hungry Stones, and Other Stories by Rabindranath Tagore

This night air may chill you.
— from The Harvester by Gene Stratton-Porter

And where there is a Possibility of Fraud, it is Nonsense, and mere Credulity to talk of a real, certain and stupendous Miracle, especially where [Pg 29] the Juggler and pretended Worker of Miracles has been detected in some of his other Tricks.
— from Six Discourses on the Miracles of Our Saviour, and Defences of His Discourses by Thomas Woolston

Jist listin to the quistions he can ask, faster nor any man can count 'em, and he the perfessor of dust and ashes at that.
— from Ward Hill, the Senior by Everett T. (Everett Titsworth) Tomlinson

At 1 o'clock, P. M. 77 At 9 o'clock, P. M. 66 Theze facts, tho they cannot be the foundation of exact calculations, because the observations were not made at the same hour of the day, and perhaps the thermometers were not exactly alike or in the same situation az to heet, the facts I say may stil establish the following conclusion: That tho the middle of the days in summer may be az warm and even warmer in New England, than in Carolina, yet the nights are much cooler.
— from A Collection of Essays and Fugitiv Writings On Moral, Historical, Political, and Literary Subjects by Noah Webster

Our ideal prosperity is not the prosperity of the industrial north, but the prosperity of the Isle of Wight, of Folkestone and Ramsgate, of Nice and Monte Carlo.
— from Man and Superman: A Comedy and a Philosophy by Bernard Shaw

[14] Not in the sense of fancying what you please, but in the technical sense of having separate existence; detached, so to speak, from the general background of things, not a mere concurrence of other elements.
— from The Introduction to Hegel's Philosophy of Fine Arts Translated from the German with Notes and Prefatory Essay by Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

No Alpine mule could have borne its rider with more apparent ease and safety.
— from Rookwood by William Harrison Ainsworth

Amid this last defeat, although he knew well enough that the company was annihilated, that not a man could answer his summons, he caught hold of his bugle, raised it to his lips and sounded the rally with such a tempestuous blast that it seemed as though he wanted to arouse the dead.
— from The Downfall (La Débâcle): A Story of the Horrors of War by Émile Zola