incense|Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace.
1925, Franz Kafka, The Trial, Vintage Books (London), pg. 91:
He bowed slightly to K.'s uncle, who appeared very flattered to make this new acquaintance, yet, being by nature incapable of expressing obligation, requited the Clerk of the Court's words with a burst of embarrassed but raucous laughter.