Narrating somewhat of Don Juan's father, And also of his mother, if you 'd rather.
— from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

There where you have made your bed In it lie; for, wet or dry, Let what will for me betide you, Burning, blowing, freezing, hailing; Famine waste you: devil ride you: Tempest baste you black and blue: (To Rosaura.)
— from Life Is a Dream by Pedro Calderón de la Barca

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.—SHAKESPEARE. Believe me when I tell you that thrift of time will repay you in after life with a usury of profit beyond your most sanguine dreams, and that waste of it will make you dwindle alike in intellectual and moral stature beyond your darkest reckoning.—GLADSTONE.
— from Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden

Ho, Si Jambu Rakai, I know your origin; Sugar-cane knots forty-four were your bones, Of clay was formed your body; Rootlets of the areca-palm were your arteries, Liquid sugar made your blood, A rotten mat your skin, And a mid-rib of the thatch-palm your tail, Prickles of the pandanus made your dorsal ridge, And pointed bĕrĕmbang suckers your teeth.
— from Malay Magic Being an introduction to the folklore and popular religion of the Malay Peninsula by Walter William Skeat

No no Madam, you shall throw away no more sums on such unmeaning Luxury—'Slife to spend as much to furnish your Dressing Room with Flowers in winter as would suffice to turn the Pantheon into a Greenhouse, and give a Fete Champetre at Christmas.
— from The School for Scandal by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

y que con armas al cinto and with arms at my side tus denuestos toleré, I tolerated your insults, proponiéndote la paz proposing peace to you, de rodillas a tus pies.
— from Don Juan Tenorio by José Zorrilla

On a Monday, I myself, said he, well remember, it was that I wrote you the letter, that prevailed on you so kindly to return to me; and on the same day you did return to my house here; which I hope, my girl, will be as propitious an era as any you have named: And now, lastly, will you say, which will crown the work; And, on a Monday I was married.—Come, come, my dear, added he, Thursday has reigned long enough o'conscience; let us now set Monday in its place, or at least on an equality with it, since you see it has a very good title, and as we now stand in the week before us, claims priority:
— from Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson

That is the way to lay the city flat, To bring the roof to the foundation, And bury all which yet distinctly ranges In heaps and piles of ruin.
— from The Tragedy of Coriolanus by William Shakespeare

This order had to be repeated and rendered more absolute; and the question was settled in this sense by the Council of Béziers in 1246, where the bishops, on the other hand, surrendered the fines to be used for the expenses of the Inquisition, and drew {333} up another elaborate series of instructions for the inquisitors, “willingly yielding to your devout requests which you have humbly made to us.”
— from A History of the Inquisition of the Middle Ages; volume I by Henry Charles Lea

"You did right in bringing her down.
— from They of the High Trails by Hamlin Garland

If ever you do read it, and can screw out time to send me (as I value your opinion so highly), however short a note, telling me what you think its weakest and best parts, I should be extremely grateful.
— from Life and Letters of Charles Darwin — Volume 2 by Charles Darwin

Some dye very brilliant shades, others only yield dull reds.
— from The Dyeing of Woollen Fabrics by Franklin Beech

They dreaded the chance shots from behind the hedge from the barrels of those masked banditti, called 'critics.'" "Dear me, how you do run on!
— from My New Curate by Patrick Augustine Sheehan

So, even if the floods come, and your ditch runs bank-full, the levee will hold back the water and save the crops from ruin.
— from The Hallowell Partnership by Katharine Holland Brown