And, losel, thou art worthy to be hang'd That wilt not stay her tongue.
"The Winter's Tale" by William Shakespeare
The 'losel,' the moral outcast, keeps his own conceit of truth though through a maze of lies.
"A Handbook to the Works of Browning (6th ed.)" by Mrs. Sutherland Orr
That ill-omened losel may depart.
"Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 (of 2)" by John Roby
Dost thou not know thyself, losel that thou art?
"The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio" by Giovanni Boccaccio
Sam was but a sad losel, and vexed him in other and more serious matters.
"Customs and Fashions in Old New England" by Alice Morse Earle
Lord, what an ugly countenance had the losel when they came to wash the charcoal off him!
"The Strange Adventures of Captain Dangerous, Vol. 1 of 3" by George Augustus Sala
What danger might lurk here and how easy might losels lure victims to their door!
"The Strange Adventures of Mr. Middleton" by Wardon Allan Curtis
It shall be long ere thou thrive, losell!
"Fifteenth Century Prose and Verse" by Various
Now losels have this advantage, that, though their own folk disapprove of them, they are generally popular with every one else.
"Stories from Tagore" by Rabindranath Tagore
I'd rather beat the Losel's back, And let his vestment rest.
"The New-York Weekly Magazine" by Various
"Midst fawning priests and courtiers foul,
The losel swarm of crown and cowl,
White-robed walked Francois Fenelon,
Stainless as Uriel in the sun!
"The Chapel of the Hermits" by John Greenleaf Whittier
In bed I muse on Tenier's boors,
Embrowned and beery losels all;
A wakeful brain
Within low doors the slugs of boors
Laze and yawn and doze again.
"The Bench Of Boors" by Herman Melville
Yet I am not a losel and idle, mither, nor a thief that steals;
I do but hunt God's cattle, upon God's ain hills;
For no man buys and sells the deer, and the bonnie fells are free
To a belted knight with hawk on hand, and a gangrel loon like me.
"The Outlaw" by Charles Kingsley
So am I made the seruant of the manie,
And laughing stocke of all that list to scorne,
Not honored nor cared for of anie;
But loath'd of losels as a thing forlorne:
Therefore I mourne and sorrow with the rest,
Vntill my cause of sorrow be redrest.
"The Teares of the Muses" by Edmund Spenser
The Lamas of Drepung Loseling Monastery spent four days creating a sand painting mandala at Memphis College of Art and destroyed it in minutes.
Tibetan Monk, the Venerable Lobsang Dhondup discusses the upcoming performance of The Mystical Arts of Tibet – Sacred Music Sacred Dance, a Richard Gere and Drepung Loseling Production, at Magoffin Auditorium.
The Drepung Loseling monastery was founded in Tibet in 1416, but was destroyed by the Chinese government in 1959.