No tigress in the vale of Galgophey, / Whose little whelp is stolen in the light, / Is cruel to the hunter as Arcite / For jelousy is cruel to Palamon; / Nor in Belmarie, when the hunt is on / Is there a lion, wild for want of food, / That of his prey desires so much the blood / As Palamon the death of Arcite there.

The Knight’s Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer

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I added another dab of butter for good measure, rewarding myself for the 20 pounds I’d lost in the last year.
~ The Wedding - Nicholas Sparks

‘Balling his own fist, he comes at Tim, stabbing downwards between his shoulder blades.’
- Kill The Possum / James Moloney

She was soon after afflicted with the most palpable urge to vomit, and politely cupped her hands lest the sight of her sick distress the present party.

~ Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith

She went home very happy.
- Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen

“I think it was a very cheap wish oh his,” said Dorthea, indinantly. “Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?”

-Middlemarch / George Eliot