glorious

glorious deeds

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good.

And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage / Until the golden circuit on my head, / Like to the glorious sun’s transparent beams, / Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.

… but most miserable / Is the desire that’s glorious: blest be those, / How mean soe’er, that have their honest wills, / Which seasons comfort. […]

Make heauen to frowne and euery fixed ſtarre

To ſucke vp poiſon from the Mooriſh Fens,

And poure it in this glorious Tyrants throat.

During his Office, Treaſon was no Crime. / The Sons of Belial had a Glorious Time: / For Shimei, though not prodigal of pelf, / Yet lov'd his wicked Neighbour as himſelf.