Shakespeare, 1st December

She shall be loved and fear'd: her own shall bless her;

Her foes shall shake like a field of beaten corn,

And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with her:

In her days every man shall eat in safety,

.     .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .  and sing

The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.

King Henry VIII., Act v., Sc. 5.