Horrid

His haughtie Helmet, horrid all with gold, // Both glorious brightnesse and great terror bredd.

Yea there, where very Desolation dwells, / By grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid shades, / She may pass on with unblench'd majesty, / Be it not done in pride, or in presumption.

Horrid with fern, and intricate with thorn, / Few paths of human feet, or tracks of beasts, were worn.

Not in the legions / Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damned / In evils, to top Macbeth.

Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood, / that we the horrider may seem to those / Which chance to find us;

Set out the altar! I myself will be / The priest, and boldly do those horrid rites / You shake to think on.

As ſoon as vve had fired, they ſet up the horrideſt Yell, or Hovvling, partly raiſed by thoſe that vvere vvounded, and partly by thoſe that pitied and condoled the Bodies they ſavv lye dead, that I never heard any thing like it before or ſince.

What say ye then to fair Sir Percivale, / And of the horrid foulness that he wrought,