Dost thou know who myde thee, Gyve thee life and byde thee feed By the stream and oer the mead; Gyve the clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gyve thee such a tender voice, Myking all the vyles rejoice.
"The Fourth Series Plays, Complete"
John Galsworthy
To lack is to Gyve pow'r to thee daemon; and surelie to fayvor the Evill Thynge.
"Carnacki, The Ghost Finder"
William Hope Hodgson
But Gallic planters still their trammels wear, Their feudal genius still attends them here; Dependent feelings for a distant throne Gyve the crampt soul that fears to think alone, Demand their rulers from the parent land, Laws ready made, and generals to command.
"The Columbiad"
Joel Barlow