Crase

[…] verily it behoueth them ouer whome wee haue rule, not to runne about, neither by their craftie & deceitful rashnes to crase the concord of Byshops agreeing togither […]

Imprimis, The Imperiall Crowne of this Realme of Goulde, the Border garnished with seaven Ballaces, eight Saphiers, five pointed Diamonds, twenty Rubies two of them being crased, nineteen Pearls […]

[…] had Maister Can had either any shame in his forehead, or wit in his head-piece, he would never have adventured in so shamefull, or shameles rather, a manner, to vent so evident an untrueth, against his owne eye-sight and the open view of all men, and thereby to crase & crack, yea to wrack, not his conscience only, but his credite too.