Little Red-Cap, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.
— from Grimms' Fairy Tales by Wilhelm Grimm

Sweet Corporall codshead, no more standing on your punctilio's and punketto's of honor, they are not worth a lowse: the truth is, thou art the Generals Bygamie, that is, his fool, and his knave; thou art miscreant and recreant, not an horse-boy in the Legions, but has beaten thee; thy beginning was knap-sack, and thy ending will be halter-sack.
— from Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 10 of 10 by John Fletcher

When finally she found that she could cry no more she dragged on her dress anyhow and went out to look in the tiny ice-chest.
— from The Girl Scout's Triumph; or, Rosanna's Sacrifice by Katherine Keene Galt

She could cover no more; she had not feathers enough.
— from Summer by Dallas Lore Sharp

If she can come next month, she will be here for the first night of 'Mrs. Fleming's Husband.'"
— from The Splendid Folly by Margaret Pedler

I humbly take my leave of all: of you My noble friend Mountferrat ; gratious Mistriss, Oh that auspitious smile doth arm your souldier, Who fights for those eyes, and this sacred Cross, Can neither meet sad accident, nor loss.
— from Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 07 of 10 by John Fletcher

When she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her Grandmother, and set out on the way to her.
— from Grimm's Fairy Tales by Wilhelm Grimm