Let them gird sackcloth on their loins and hide their faces.
Does it become you, sir, do you think, to gird at one who is your prisoner?
Be a soldier, then, and gird thee for the great battle that is at hand.
Come, gird up thy loins and answer like a man, if thou canst.
Gird on, as gift from the gods, this sword that is immortal.
About has a gird or two at Balzac, but ...