Videndumque illud est, quod, si opulentum fortunatumque defenderis, in uno illo aut, si [238] forte, in liberis eius manet gratia; sin autem inopem, probum tamen et modestum, omnes non improbi humiles, quae magna in populo multitudo est, praesidium sibi paratum vident.
— from De Officiis by Marcus Tullius Cicero

We snatched thee from peril, we did not subdue thee; wilt thou give us hatred for love, and set our friendship down as wrongdoing?
— from The Danish History, Books I-IX by Grammaticus Saxo

I gained the love of all for more than seventy miles round, and suddenly one fine day I am informed that I am no longer wanted.
— from The Duel and Other Stories by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Her tongue was at first incapable of utterance; but streams of fire darted from her eyes, and well indeed they might, for her heart was all in a flame.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

Couldn't master persuade his friend Captain Nemo to send the three of us ashore, if only so our feet don't lose the knack of treading on the solid parts of our planet?"
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas: An Underwater Tour of the World by Jules Verne

There the voluble mouth and bright penetrating eye are ever directed towards the Master of the household; and light itself is not more persistent than the stream of feminine discourse.
— from Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions (Illustrated) by Edwin Abbott Abbott

Let them not hesitate to express their wishes upon any scruples of false delicacy and consideration for my feelings; I assure them they will do me too much honour by “demonstrating” on such a crazy body as mine, and it will give me pleasure to anticipate this posthumous revenge and insult inflicted upon that which has caused me so much suffering in this life.
— from Confessions of an English Opium-Eater by Thomas De Quincey

At intervals he heard voices approach, pass by, and fade into silence; and as he saw nothing more of the bodies they belonged to than a sort of formless drifting blur, there was something spectral and uncanny about it all that made him shudder.
— from The Prince and the Pauper by Mark Twain

Alas methinks whom God hath chosen once To worthiest deeds, if he through frailty err, He should not so o'rewhelm, and as a thrall 370 Subject him to so foul indignities, Be it but for honours sake of former deeds.
— from The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton

Any student who can make use of such Latin books perceives, while going through his course of philosophy, that he is brought into constant relation with the most eminent thinkers of the classical philosophical ages, knows that their works are always accessible to him, and is gratified to think that their recognized authority affords him a solid guarantee against the subreption of fallacious doctrines.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 19, April 1874‐September 1874 by Various

In 1585 Davis, in command of two little ships, the Sunshine and the Moonshine , set out from Dartmouth.
— from Adventurers of the Far North: A Chronicle of the Frozen Seas by Stephen Leacock

With a smile of fiendish delight, he said: "His fellow-passengers are Isa Basi and Bakhita.
— from Fire and Sword in the Sudan A Personal Narrative of Fighting and Serving the Dervishes 1879-1895 by Slatin, Rudolf Carl, Freiherr von

While the Hungarian Diet was the scene of fierce discussions, Francis I., King of the French, smarting under the defeat he had suffered at the hands of the Emperor Charles V., stirred up Solyman against Hungary and the Hapsburg crown-lands, in order to effect a division of the imperial army.
— from The story of Hungary by Ármin Vámbéry

The Eighteenth Royal Irish met the French Royal Regiment of Ireland, crushed it with two volleys by sheer superiority of fire, drove it back in disorder, and pressed on.
— from A History of the British Army, Vol. 1 First Part—to the Close of the Seven Years' War by Fortescue, J. W. (John William), Sir

And now, out of the smear of flying dust, loomed a lurching black shape;—gigantic, terrible.
— from Further Adventures of Lad by Albert Payson Terhune

Often they saw ancient farm-houses with mossy roofs, and long well-sweeps suggestive of fresh draughts, and the drip of brimming pitchers; orchards and cornfields rustling on either hand, and grandmotherly caps at the narrow windows, or stout matrons tending babies in the doorway as they watched smaller selves playing keep house under the "laylocks" by the wall.
— from Moods by Louisa May Alcott

She opened the letter with fluttering fingers and read as follows: “Miss Doris Randolph, Treasurer of the Toby Clark Marching Club: “We beg to inform you that one of our customers, who wishes to remain unknown, has placed to your credit in Spaythe’s Bank the sum of Fifty Dollars, to be used for the promotion of the Club as its officers deem best.
— from Phoebe Daring: A Story for Young Folk by L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum