if it be not that the princes of that art, applying themselves with a peculiar attention to cull out portentous words and to contrive artificial sentences, have so weighed every syllable, and so thoroughly sifted every sort of quirking connection that they are now confounded and entangled in the infinity of figures and minute divisions, and can no more fall within any rule or prescription, nor any certain intelligence: “Confusum est, quidquid usque in pulverem sectum est.”
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

if it be not that the princes of that art, applying themselves with a peculiar attention to cull out portentous words and to contrive artificial sentences, have so weighed every syllable, and so thoroughly sifted every sort of quirking connection that they are now confounded and entangled in the infinity of figures and minute divisions, and can no more fall within any rule or prescription, nor any certain intelligence: "Confusum est, quidquid usque in pulverem sectum est."
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Volume 19 by Michel de Montaigne

We walked quietly up in perfect shelter to within about 150 yards of where we had last seen the stag, and presently saw the tops of his horns sticking up from behind a low bush.
— from Sport in Vancouver and Newfoundland by Rogers, John Godfrey, Sir

Chilperic, not daring to offend the church by slaying the fugitive queen under its protection, sent her to Rouen.
— from Historic Tales: The Romance of Reality. Vol. 06 (of 15), French by Charles Morris