Makeless

Consider Cyrus in your cruell thought, A makelesse Prince in riches, and in might.

That which I mentioned of the makeless Bride [translating Italian unica sposa] Of God the Spirit[…]

I just peeped into the Mediæval Court, in search of the mummy of a cat[…]a bright-eyed little girl directed me to her ancient feline majesty—a thing shapeless and makeless—done up in that queer old mouldering[…]

For, stoode it with the pleasure of his will To marrie me, my fortune is not such, So hard, that I so long should still persist Makelesse alone in wofull widowhood.

The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife.