Your horses won't be ready this half-hour, and as you have sufficient opportunity, I wish you would tell me how all that happened; for I protest it seems very surprizing that you should pass for a relation of a gentleman, without being so.” Jones, who in the compliance of his disposition (though not in his prudence) a little resembled his lovely Sophia, was easily prevailed on to satisfy Mr Dowling's curiosity, by relating the history of his birth and education, which he did, like Othello. ———Even from his boyish years, To th' very moment he was bad to tell: the which to hear, Dowling, like Desdemona, did seriously incline; He swore 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wonderous pitiful.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

Thus Lakshmaṇ spake, with earnest prayer
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

Out came the pocket-handkerchiefs again, in greater force than ever; for Mr. Stiggins was excessively popular among the female constituency of Brick Lane.
— from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

Again the matron springs with eager pace, And spreads her lord's return from place to place.
— from The Odyssey by Homer

to smite with evil, punish, Ac. 23.3.
— from A Greek-English Lexicon to the New Testament by William Greenfield

Where then do you know best We be affied, and such assurance ta’en As shall with either part’s agreement stand?
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so, eh, Bulstrode?" "I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source," said Mr. Bulstrode.
— from Middlemarch by George Eliot

Now on some twisted ivy-net, Now by some tinkling rivulet, In mosses mixt 2 with violet Her cream-white mule his pastern set: And fleeter now 3 she skimm'd the plains Than she whose elfin prancer springs By night to eery warblings, When all the glimmering moorland rings With jingling bridle-reins.
— from The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron

I have understood that it was, to the last, her proudest boast, that she never had been on the water in her life, except upon a bridge; and that over her tea (to which she was extremely partial) she, to the last, expressed her indignation at the impiety of mariners and others, who had the presumption to go ‘meandering’ about the world.
— from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

A dark, low, stifling cabin, surrounded by berths all filled to overflowing with men, women, and children, in various stages of sickness and misery, is not the liveliest place of assembly at any time; but when it is so crowded (as the steerage cabin of the Screw was, every passage out), that mattresses and beds are heaped upon the floor, to the extinction of everything like comfort, cleanliness, and decency, it is liable to operate not only as a pretty strong banner against amiability of temper, but as a positive encourager of selfish and rough humours.
— from Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens

It was decided by a wise woman that Mrs Macintyre's mixed school would eventually prove a mistake, for a good many mothers object to sending their girls to such places, although I myself see no harm in them whatsoever.
— from Hollyhock: A Spirit of Mischief by L. T. Meade

Through the endless months of his greatest suffering she had been not only upheld, but comforted, by the growing belief—changing little by little to exaltation—that the torture was but a fiery furnace intended for the purification of her husband's soul and her own—for she, too, suffered with every pang which wrenched his shattered body.
— from Oldfield: A Kentucky Tale of the Last Century by Nancy Huston Banks

Too prudent to avow sympathy with either political party, he seemed less opposed to Liberalism than his predecessor had been or than most of the English Catholics were.
— from Studies in Contemporary Biography by Bryce, James Bryce, Viscount

So swiftly grew her confidence in her own powers again that she was easily persuaded to take a share in the music that followed the dinner; and when Harry came to escort her home he found her standing by the piano, and singing to its wandering, penetrating melody, with a delightful voice: “Love in her sunny eyes doth basking play; Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair; Love does on both her lips forever stray, And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.”
— from Was It Right to Forgive? A Domestic Romance by Amelia E. Barr

When she raised her head, and turned again, her eyelashes were wet, too, and she was even pale.
— from Miss Crespigny by Frances Hodgson Burnett

But some day I'm going to stop that old clock and bring down some of my books on 'Woman's Suffrage' and you'll he surprised to hear what they have done in States where equal privileges were theirs.
— from Mary at the Farm and Book of Recipes Compiled during Her Visit among the "Pennsylvania Germans" by Edith May Bertels Thomas

So I forgave her—for she was even prettier than I had thought her at first—and I took my leave, saying that Mr. Halyard would doubtless direct me to my room.
— from In Search of the Unknown by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers

Put, unless old, into enough boiling salted water to cover them, and simmer steadily till a sliver will easily pierce the largest.
— from Canoe and Camp Cookery A Practical Cook Book for Canoeists, Corinthian Sailors and Outers by Seneca (Writer on outdoor life)