Away with the silver, away with the gold: for here is no end of treasure. There shall be a multitude of all manner costly ornaments.

There the horsemen get up with naked swords, and glistering spears. There lieth a multitude slain, and a great heap of dead bodies. There is no end of dead corpses: yea, men fall upon their bodies.

because of the multitude of the whoredoms of the well-favored harlot, the mistress of witchcrafts, who sells nations through her whoredoms, and families through her witchcrafts.

Thy lords are as the grasshoppers, and thy captains as the multitude of grasshoppers: which when they be cold, remain in the hedges: but when the Sun is up, they flee away, and no man can tell where they are become.