I've no starch for the like of you, and let you walk on now to Killamuck.
— from The Playboy of the Western World: A Comedy in Three Acts by J. M. (John Millington) Synge

[twisting his legs round the table.] — Cut the rope, Pegeen, and I'll quit the lot of you, and live from this out, like the madmen of Keel, eating muck and green weeds, on the faces of the cliffs. PEGEEN.
— from The Playboy of the Western World: A Comedy in Three Acts by J. M. (John Millington) Synge

Not only peasants the like of you are lost, but the nobly born and the educated also.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

I could not bear the loss of you any longer—you don't know how entirely I was unable to bear your not loving me!
— from Tess of the d'Urbervilles: A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy

Go, Ludovico, collect them together, and look out yourself, and listen if you hear the feet of mules.' Ludovico then hurried away, and the Count consulted as to the means of removing St. Foix, who could not have borne the motion of a mule, even if his strength would have supported him in the saddle.
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

If he could put into the nymph's face something of this lure of Youth and Life and Love that was dragging at him, into the man's face the state of his own heart, it might lay that feeling to rest.
— from The Dark Flower by John Galsworthy

Nevertheless, they were inclined to look on yet a little longer, although the part of spectator had become an impossible one.
— from History of the United Netherlands from the Death of William the Silent to the Twelve Year's Truce, 1584-85a by John Lothrop Motley

“If he listens to the lot of ye anny longer he won't know whether he's ridin' a horse or an airyplane.
— from Back to Billabong by Mary Grant Bruce

His lips on yours, and leave him?
— from The Witch of Prague: A Fantastic Tale by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

Perhaps the Cornelian Rose may have been striped red and white like cornelian stone, and like our York and Lancaster Rose.
— from Old-Time Gardens, Newly Set Forth by Alice Morse Earle

"It was done for you—for love of you, Alexis." "Love has no kin with murder," I exclaimed, bitterly.
— from By Right of Sword by Arthur W. Marchmont

Henceforth all life of youth and light of affection were severed from Marchmain.
— from The House on the Moor, v. 2/3 by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant