Matthew(i)
2 From aboue flakred the Seraphins, whereof euery one had sixe wynges. With twayne eche couered his face, with twayne his fete, & with twayne dyd he flye.
3 They cryed also eche one to other on this maner: holy holy holy, is the Lord of hostes. The whole world is ful of his glory.
4 Yea the gestes and dorecheckes moued at their crieng, & the house was ful of smoke.
5 Then I sayde: O wo is me. For I was astonished: that I (which am a man of vncleane lippes and dwell amonge people that hath vncleane lyppes also) shulde se the kynge and the Lorde of hostes wyth myne eyes.