1
But this offer they contemptuously refused, holding death preferable to such dishonour.
2
Why, verily, even the red cross would not cover such dishonour.
3
He is that guest on whom all men wrought such dishonour in the halls.
4
He is the stranger to whom such dishonour was done.
5
Alas that any of my race should suffer such dishonour.
6
Ill as I have thought of them, I could not have dreamed of such dishonour.
7
Even to be suspected of such dishonour would be more bitter to her than death.
8
Deal such a soul the wound of such dishonour?
9
What did that poor, sweet girl do that you should want to cast such dishonour on her grave?
10
The ghost of Athelstane himself would stand before us to forbid such dishonour to his memory were it otherwise.
11
No such dishonour for me!
12
Ill as I have justly thought of them, I could not have dreamed they would have humbled themselves to such dishonour.
13
And he made great lamentation over them, saying, Never can it please God that ye my cousins should receive such dishonour!
14
Kabir came back to his house disgraced, the woman fell at his feet crying, Why accept such dishonour for my sake, master?
15
Then Sir Launcelot, wroth more for the Queen than for himself, exclaimed: This shameful cry will kill me; better death than such dishonour.
