O sacred receptacle of my joys, Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, How many sons hast thou of mine in store That thou wilt never render to me more!
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Thence, relapsing into his tone of abasement, he says, "ita ut vehementer nunc pudefactus, metuam oculos coram majestate tuâ levare, qui passus sim levitate istâ me moveri in talem tantumque regem per malignos istos operarios; præsertim cum sim fœx et vermis, quem solo contemptu oportuit victum aut neglectum esse," etc.
— from Constitutional History of England, Henry VII to George II. Volume 1 of 3 by Henry Hallam

“Well, next time we tie up over night we’ll do it in or near some city or village, and not in such a lonely place,” decided Mr. Howbridge.
— from The Corner House Girls on a Houseboat How they sailed away, what happened on the voyage, and what was discovered by Grace Brooks Hill

'Any where, any where!'—replied she, with quickness; but presently, with a sudden check of vivacity, added, 'No where, I mean!—no where, Sir, no where!'— 'Is this possible!' exclaimed he. '
— from The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5) by Fanny Burney

There greete in silence as the dead are wont, And sleepe in peace, slaine in your Countries warres: O sacred receptacle of my ioyes, Sweet Cell of vertue and Nobilitie, How many Sonnes of mine hast thou in store, That thou wilt neuer render to me more?
— from Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare

There, without any special costume or vows, a number of the most brilliant young men of Paris led a life of great austerity and devotion.
— from A Candid History of the Jesuits by Joseph McCabe

O sacred receptacle of my joys, [3955] Sweet cell of virtue and nobility, How many sons hast thou of mine in store, [3956] That thou wilt never render to me more!
— from The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9] by William Shakespeare