Corn, vine, plants (v.)

King Henry VIII, [5.5.26-36]. Cranmer. “All princely graces,/ That mold up such a mighty piece as this is,/ With all the virtues that attend the good,/ Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her,/ Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her,/ She shall be lov’d and fear’d. Her own shall bless her;/ Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,/ And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her./ In her days every man shall eat in safety/ under his own vine what he plants, and sing/ The merry songs of peace to all his neighbors.”