King: If I needed someone who believed in God, I'd have chosen Harry, not an embarrassing little weed like you.
Blackadder: Oh, well, I think that's everything cleared up. Goodness, it must be almost time for evensong. Must be going.
BBC. Blackadder. season 1: The Archbishop
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The song reverberated until Holly, for a final time, passed the tune over, and Mrs. Utemeyer, quiet, upright, historical, finished with a jig. The house asleep by then; this was my Evensong.
Alice Sebold. The Lovely Bones, p.35 (2002)
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He replaced the will calmly in the desk, fastened the lock again with a delicate twirl of the pick, and sat down in his arm-chair to compose his discourse for to-morrow's evensong.