The king sent also his sheriffs, to wit, Aubrey de Vere, and Roger, nephew to Hubert, which upon his behalf should invest this church with the possessions thereof, which the said sheriffs accomplished coming upon the ground; Andrew Buchevite, and the forenamed witnesses, and other, standing by; notwithstanding, Othowerus Acolivillus, Otto, and Geffrey, Earl of Essex, constables of the Tower by succession, withheld by force a portion of the said land, as I have before delivered.
— from The Survey of London by John Stow

Non diadema aspicias, sed vitam afflictione refertam, non catervas satellitum, sed curarum multitudinem.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

I think ‘the gang’ must have left the neighbourhood, for one does not hear any more of their violence and robbery now.”
— from Cranford by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

Of glory he has not near so much as the other two (which, for that matter, is but a part of the substance of the thing): of valour and resolution, not of that sort which is pushed on by ambition, but of that which wisdom and reason can plant in a regular soul, he had all that could be imagined.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

Not succeeding in this, they thought that he had hidden behind some of the trees, and pretended to be lost, in order to frighten them, and after shouting at the top of their voices, and receiving no answer, they determined to go home without him.
— from Roughing It in the Bush by Susanna Moodie

The construction is, et ego videor audisse regem nostrum Cluilium (præ se ferre) injurias et non redditas res ...
— from The History of Rome, Books 01 to 08 by Livy

For as Telephus 519 having no surgeon of his own, submitted his wound to be cured by his enemy's spear, so those who cannot procure friendly rebuke must content themselves with the censure of an enemy that hates them, reprehending and castigating their vices, and regard not the animus of the person, but only his matter.
— from Plutarch's Morals by Plutarch

I pushed the hands back a half hour, and waited once more; I had to, for I was vexed and restless now, and my sleepiness was gone.
— from Following the Equator: A Journey Around the World by Mark Twain

Lord John Roxton expostulated on behalf of the wretched victims, and received nothing but threats and insults for his pains.
— from The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle

We are smitten in vain and receive no correction; and cap.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

I hear the helpless wail, the shriek of wo; I see the muddy wave, the dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly sleep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more.
— from The Genius of Scotland; or, Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion by Robert Turnbull

gestein vnan anderm richtum || niemant gelichen mag.
— from The Travels of Marco Polo — Volume 2 by Rustichello of Pisa

But to speake truly of him, full of ambitious vanity and remisse niceness.
— from Confessions of a Book-Lover by Maurice Francis Egan

And perhaps with these were some vague and romantic notions about a missionary life and a missionary home.
— from Daughters of the Cross: or Woman's Mission by Daniel C. (Daniel Clarke) Eddy

They sang very true, and the voices are rich, not at all the thin, high northern voice that one expected to hear.
— from Letters of a Diplomat's Wife, 1883-1900 by Mary King Waddington

CHAPTER V. A REFLECTION NEW AND STRANGE.—THE STREETS OF LONDON.—A
— from Eugene Aram — Volume 01 by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

[74] Rome raised not art, but barely kept alive, And with old Greece unequally did strive; Till Goths and Vandals, a rude northern race, Did all the matchless monuments deface.
— from The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volume 11 by John Dryden

Till Goths, and Vandals, a rude northern race, Did all the matchless monuments deface.
— from The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 2 With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by John Dryden

I sank to sleep, to dream of possessing her in every way, rivalling Jupiter with Juno, and Mars with Venus, mere visions of the night, but which were in after-days converted into sweet realisations of the most voluptuous and rapturous nature.
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

[16] The English, after firing some time at his vessel, and receiving no answer, approached in their boats and asked him why he did not fire, or lower his flag?
— from The Campaign of 1760 in Canada A Narrative Attributed to Chevalier Johnstone by Johnstone, James Johnstone, chevalier de