[37] officio, ut nihil magis officio possit esse contrarium.
— from De Officiis by Marcus Tullius Cicero

They used no medicines, or pretended not to, but charms only, which consisted of small variegated beans, called, in their language, bobis , coming from a Russian word signifying beans .
— from The Spirit Land by Samuel B. (Samuel Bulfinch) Emmons

I have unfortunately no means of preventing you from writing to me, but you may be sure that your letters will never be read, so that you will do as well to spare yourself the trouble of composing them.
— from Don Orsino by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

[47] We go about the world in the day time, and are absorbed in earthly schemes; the world is as bright as a rainbow, and it bears for us no marks or predictions of the judgment, or of our sins; and conscience is retired, as it were, within a far inner circle of the soul.
— from Works of John Bunyan — Complete by John Bunyan

Let us not make of Pepita a Phædra, or of me a Hippolytus.
— from Pepita Ximenez by Juan Valera

THE USE OF PROTEIDS IN THE BODY Proteids as tissue-builders The first use Nature makes of proteids in the body is in the actual adding to or increasing of body-tissue.
— from Encyclopedia of Diet: A Treatise on the Food Question, Vol. 1 of 5 by Eugene Christian

It is worth while to define very clearly the relation of this second sort of Anarchism, the nobler Anarchism, to the toiling constructive Socialism which many of us now make our practical guide in life’s activities, to say just where they touch and where they are apart.
— from New Worlds For Old: A Plain Account of Modern Socialism by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

To dwell exclusively upon the necessity of convergence would tend to undermine not merely our practical energy, but our true dignity; since it would do away with the sense of personal responsibility.
— from A General View of Positivism Or, Summary exposition of the System of Thought and Life by Auguste Comte

LXII As when from squall, or other chance, a barge Drives from the river-side, where late it lay, Under no mariner or pilot's charge, The winds and waves at will transport their prey; So Rabican with Bradamant, at large, — She musing on Rogero — wends his way.
— from Orlando Furioso by Lodovico Ariosto