People did not love her: to the Great Elector, who guided with a steady bridle-hand, she complied not amiss; though in him too there rose sad recollections and comparisons now and then: but with a Stepson of unsteady nerves it became evident to him there could never be soft neighborhood.
— from History of Friedrich II of Prussia — Volume 01 by Thomas Carlyle

By the swelling life unlicensed needles it, But empties not her womb of some last shred Of flesh which fouls the alleys of her body, And fills her wholesome nerves with poisoned sleep, And weakness to the last of life, so
— from Toward the Gulf by Edgar Lee Masters

The gradient is very uniform, never, I believe, exceeding one in twenty-six, the average being about one in twenty-eight.
— from Notes of a naturalist in South America by John Ball