| 1. | But first, another draught of the Medoc.. - from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe by Edgar Allan Poe |
| 2. | "There is quite a draught from that broken window.. - from The Best American Humorous Short Stories by Various |
| 3. | A draught of this Medoc will defend us from the damps.. - from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe by Edgar Allan Poe |
| 4. | "Ah" said Tommy, imbibing a long draught of beer, "I feel better. - from The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie |
| 5. | Which draught to me were cordial. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 6. | You remember that you did not take your usual draught that night.. - from Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle |
| 7. | This whole book is but a draught--nay, but the draught of a draught. - from Moby Dick; or The Whale by Herman Melville |
| 8. | It is a mere nothing after all and not the least draught from the stairs.. - from Emma by Jane Austen |
| 9. | For shallow draught and bulk unprizable. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 10. | I inhale great draughts of space. - from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman |
| 11. | Of nectarous draughts between, from milkie stream. - from Paradise Lost by John Milton |
| 12. | And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 13. | Salubrious draughts the warriors' thirst allay. - from The Iliad of Homer by Homer |
| 14. | They daily feast, with draughts of fragrant win. - from The Iliad of Homer by Homer |
| 15. | "Is this a practical joke" he said at last, in a way that set about sixteen draughts cutting through the room at once. - from My Man Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse |
| 16. | Weston was afraid of draughts for the young people in that passage and neither Emma nor the gentlemen could tolerate the prospect of being miserably crowded at supper. - from Emma by Jane Austen |
| 17. | She says she is afraid there will be draughts in the passage, though every thing has been done--One door nailed up--Quantities of matting--My dear Jane, indeed you must. - from Emma by Jane Austen |
| 18. | Oliver walked twenty miles that day and all that time tasted nothing but the crust of dry bread, and a few draughts of water, which he begged at the cottage-doors by the road-side. - from Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens |