Let us not slip th' occasion, whether scorn, Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.
— from The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton

Let us not slip th’ occasion, whether scorn, Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.
— from Paradise Lost by John Milton

Let us not slip th' occasion, whether scorn Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.
— from Paradise Lost by John Milton

“Yes,” said Tom, “with Drake up next, swinging that old wagon tongue of his, and then Dick coming on as a clean-up hitter, it will have to be pretty nifty pitching that will keep us from denting the home plate.”
— from Bert Wilson's Fadeaway Ball by J. W. Duffield

The family, which ultimately numbered seven, two of whom died in early childhood, was in very straitened circumstances, so much so that they were glad to receive presents of clothing from a generous cousin at Teddington, to eke out the father's earnings.
— from Charles Bradlaugh: a Record of His Life and Work, Volume 1 (of 2) With an Account of his Parliamentary Struggle, Politics and Teachings. Seventh Edition by Hypatia Bradlaugh Bonner

When the stage stopped at the gate, the girls, who were expecting us, came out on the piazza, and the healthy ones came rushing down to the gate, and threw their arms around one of us, nearly smothering that one with kisses, (I shall not tell you whether it was my wife, or myself,) while they shook hands most cordially with the other one.
— from Our Girls by Dio Lewis