| 1. | Tickle, tickle Pickle, pickle And off _its_ head comes. - from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens |
| 2. | He'll tickle it for his concupy. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 3. | my hair do but tickle me I must scratch. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 4. | Stands on a tickle point now they are gone. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 5. | I'll tickle his catastrophe, believe you me. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 6. | Can tickle where she wounds My dearest husband. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 7. | I warrant it is and thy head stands so tickle on th. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 8. | She happened to be holding the long broom in her hand, so she tried to tickle Gregor with it from the doorway. - from Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka |
| 9. | 'Sblood, my lord, they are false Nay, I'll tickle ye for. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 10. | And, as for the aunt, she seemed tickled to death. - from My Man Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse |
| 11. | I was tickled to death when Thomas came home and told me.. - from Anne Of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery |
| 12. | The idea tickled Gregson so much that he laughed until he choked. - from A Study In Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle |
| 13. | Brown Ah, that tickles you up There is such a person, then I doubted it. - from The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie |
| 14. | Has little mousey any tickles tonigh. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 15. | It tickles my girths, and, besides, I can't see with my head on the ground.. - from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling |
| 16. | She's tickled now her fume needs no spurs. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 17. | Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a stra. - from English Literature by William J. Long |
| 18. | Tickler was a wax-ended piece of cane, worn smooth by collision with my tickled frame. - from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens |