Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd; No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head: O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
William Shakespeare. Hamlet
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She said that he had a fair sweet death through God His goodness with mass-priest to be shriven, holy housel and sick men’s oil to his limbs.
James Joyce. Ulysses.
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And certes, once a year at the least way, it is lawful to be houseled, for soothly once a year all things in the earth renovelen [renew themselves].