In the prosecution of which design he came first to Poictiers, where, as he studied and profited very much, he saw that the scholars were oftentimes at leisure and knew not how to bestow their time, which moved him to take such compassion on them, that one day he took from a long ledge of rocks, called there Passelourdin, a huge great stone, of about twelve fathom square and fourteen handfuls thick, and with great ease set it upon four pillars in the midst of a field, to no other end but that the said scholars, when they had nothing else to do, might pass their time in getting up on that stone, and feast it with store of gammons, pasties, and flagons, and carve their names upon it with a knife, in token of which deed till this hour the stone is called the lifted stone.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

plūribus vōs, mīlitēs, hortārer, sī cum armātīs dīmicātiō futūra esset , L. 24, 38, 9, I should exhort you at greater length, my men, if there was to be a tug with armed men ( 2092 ).
— from A Latin Grammar for Schools and Colleges by George Martin Lane

My Honour bids me pay this parting Visit: My Heart shall have no Share in what I'll speak.
— from The Perjur'd Husband; or, The Adventures of Venice. A Tragedy by Susanna Centlivre

"She made her choice," he proffered vehemently, "make her stick to it! Make her stick to it.
— from The Silent Places by Stewart Edward White

A work that has such a history, and has shown such [viii] persistent vitality, must have something in it worthy of the study of all lovers of the Drama, and no apology seems needful for presenting it now in an English version, which preserves the original metres, and pays due regard to accuracy and idiomatic expression.
— from Numantia by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

“Pont Vleer,” methought he said, but as his voice was husky and indistinct, very much like that of a person somewhat the worse for liquor, I am by no means positive.
— from Wild Wales: Its People, Language and Scenery by George Borrow

Pax vobiscum ," murmured Humphrey, sleepily.
— from A Boy's Ride by Gulielma Zollinger