During these years God's chosen seat hath lain dishonoured, become the wash-pot of the heathen.

The Holy Tree, stock beyond price, Rod of Grace, figure of freedom, is in bonds.

The Sepulchre is ensepulchred; Antichrist reigns.

Lord, Lord,'-- here the Abbot shook his lifted finger,--'how long shall this be?
You ask me of sin and sacrifice.

Behold the way.' King Richard jerked his head, then his horse's.