A couple of days of Rubens and his church pictures makes one thoroughly and entirely sick of him.

By 1938, Agatha Christie had grown entirely sick of Hercule Poirot, asking: Why did I ever invent this detestable bombastic, tiresome little creature?

In 1860 he said: "Without having to complain, I am entirely sick and weary of the terms upon which I hold the seat."

"The said mind being entirely sick of its unsound body."

"Indeed, my dear sir, I begin to grow entirely sick of it," cries Amelia, "for sure all mankind almost are villains in their hearts."