Nay, what can you say for him, hath he not Broacht his owne wives (a chast wives) breast and torne With Scithian hands his Mothers bowels up?

Those members torne, rather then Roman-like And Piso-like with weapons in our hands Fighting in throng of enemies to die?

This leafe is full of tortur'd Christians: Some pauncht, some starv'd, some eyes and braines bor'd out, Some whipt to death, some torne by Lyons.

Cosmo had like beene kild; the Boare receiving A Speare full in the Flanke from Cosmo's hand, Foaming with rage he ranne at him, unhorst him And had, but that he fell behinde an Oake Of admirable greatnesse, torne out his bowels; His very Tuskes, striking into the tree, Made the old Champion shake.

saw you the Contract torne, As I did heare a minion sweare he threatened?

'To the most honoured LadyOnaelia' Fellow, thou lyest, I'me most dishonoured: Thou shouldst have writ 'To the most wronged Lady': The Title of this booke is not to me; I teare it therefore as mine Honour's torne. Cor.

Sol, my soule; re, is all rent and torne like a raggamuffin; me, mend it, good Captaine; fa, fa,whats fa, Captaine? Bal.

I, I, tis I, Whose soule is torne in peeces till I send This Harlot home.

Heere, peece-meale torne by Furies.

And that most blessed bodie, which was borne Without all blemish or reprochfull blame, He freely gave to be both rent and torne 150 Of cruell hands, who with despightfull shame Revyling him, (that them most vile became,)

245 Then let thy flinty hart, that feeles no paine, Empierced be with pittifull remorse, And let thy bowels bleede in every vaine, At sight of his most sacred heavenly corse, So torne and mangled with malicious forse; 250 And let thy soule, whose sins his sorrows wrought, Melt into teares, and grone in grieved thought.

Her shroudes are torne to pieces & her tacklings to raggs.

Let me then be torne Into a thousand pieces.

O brother your owne Conscience knowes you wrong me: Ile rather suffer on the Gallow Tree Then thus be torne in pieces.

what, have they torne away the back of your satteen Doublet?

And a faire fortunate Soldier: I hold the State, Sir, Most happie in his care, and this torne Cuntry, Whose wounds smart yet, most bound to his deliveraunce.

Is this the glorious mark of my deservings? Taynted and torne in honour must I perish, And must theis silver curles, ô you unthanckfull, Theis emblemes of my frostie cares and travells For you and for the State, fall with disgraces? Goe, fall before your new Prince!

In our torne gownes, embroiderd with Strand dirt, To heare the Law.

but they are torne By the fierce savadge Woolfe whose filthy mawe Is made an unfit grave to bury him.

He had also made the acquaintance of the tame reindeer that grazed in herds along the shores of the beautiful Torne Lake, and he had been down to the great falls and brought greetings to the bears that lived thereabouts from their friends and relatives in Westmanland.

Wherefore after they had tossed it from one to another (by the meanes whereof it was torne) they did neglect and cast it aside.

Ile make my way; And therefore quickly leave me, or Ile force you; And having first torne off your flaunting feathers, Ile tramble on 'em; and if that cannot teach you To quit my house, Ile kick ye out of my gates; You gawdie glow-wormes carrying seeming fire, Yet have no heat within ye. Cow.

Yes, O yes, if any Maid, Whom lering Cupid has betraid To frownes of spite, to eyes of scorne, And would in madnes now see torne The Boy in PiecesLet her come Hither, and lay on him her doome.

Within a gloomie dimble shee doth dwell, Downe in a pitt, ore-growne with brakes and briars, Close by the ruines of a shaken Abbey Torne, with an Earth-quake, down unto the ground; 'Mongst graves, and grotts, neare an old Charnell house, Where you shall find her sitting in her fourme, As fearfull, and melancholique, as that Shee is about; with Caterpillers kells, And knottie Cobwebs, rounded in with spells.

" At the visitation held at Romford Chapel, Essex Archdeaconry, 5th September, 1578, the wardens of Dengie "broughte in theire surplice, which surplice is torne & verie indecent & uncomly, as appereth; whereupon the judge, for that theie neglected their othes, [ordered them to confess their fault and prepare] a newe surplice of holland cloth of v s. thele