weed

Lie here ye weedes that I diſdaine to weare,

This compleat armor, and this curtle-axe

Are adiuncts more beſeeming Tamburlaine.

His mother o'er her barm-cloth wide / Gazed forward somewhat timidly / The new-comer's bright weed to see.

He wore a weed on his hat.

O Sir, if we could but see the shape of our deare Mother England, as poets are wont to give a personal form to what they please, how would she appeare, think ye, but in a mourning weed, with ashes upon her head, and tears abundantly flowing from her eyes, to behold so many of her children expos'd at once, and thrust from things of dearest necessity, because their conscience could not assent to things which the Bishops thought indifferent.