Suffer us, then, to assert thy freedom against the unclean spirits who had imposed on thy neck the yoke of celebrating their own shame and filthiness.
— from The City of God, Volume I by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

“Your Highness,” replied Murazov, “I do not mean that I know of anything which does not lie also within your own cognisance, though one circumstance there was which might have told in the lad’s favour had he not refused to admit it, lest another should suffer injury.
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

But though I say nothing to your own conduct, that of your servants is insufferable.
— from She Stoops to Conquer; Or, The Mistakes of a Night: A Comedy by Oliver Goldsmith

At forty years of age, after fifteen years of constant toil, one is permitted to be weary of work which gives, as its result, a doubtful fame, a real misery, superficial friendships without devotion, wasted sacrifices, growing worries, burdens more and more heavy, and no pleasure.
— from Letters to Madame Hanska, born Countess Rzewuska, afterwards Madame Honoré de Balzac, 1833-1846 by Honoré de Balzac

He is an old man, and may not long survive; and if you once cross the ocean, there is but little likelihood of your return during his remnant of life.
— from The Rock of the Lion by Molly Elliot Seawell

The yell of countless thousands of assailants, the clang of their trumpets, gongs, and drums, the clash of arms, the rattle of musketry, and the roar of artillery, presented a scene which had never before found a parallel in the New World.
— from Hernando Cortez Makers of History by John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot) Abbott

We have frequently agreed that if it were not for the excesses of Marat—' 'I have every respect for your opinion, Charles,' the other interrupted.
— from Uncle Bernac: A Memory of the Empire by Arthur Conan Doyle

And your only chance to obtain it, will be by telling the truth.”
— from The Flag of Distress: A Story of the South Sea by Mayne Reid

"And the beach," the young observer continued, "that once white beach with its stretches of sand, what did that look like, beyond the engineers' parade ground, where the wrecked schooner lay?
— from The Boy with the U. S. Weather Men by Francis Rolt-Wheeler

"Yes, one can think of many birds that live, no one knows why.
— from Verotchka's Tales by D. N. (Dmitrii Narkisovich) Mamin-Siberiak