And, I, began to weep much, because, no one, worthy, was found, to open the scroll, or, to look thereon.

And, another messenger, came, and took his stand at the altar, having a censer of gold: and there was given unto him much incense, that he might give it unto the prayers of all the saints, upon the altar of gold that is before the throne.

As much as she glorified herself, and waxed wanton, so much give, unto her, torment and grief: - because, in her heart, she saith - I sit a Queen, and, widow, am I not, and, grief, in nowise shall I see!