He was a man

Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven

To serve the Devil in.

Robert Pollok (1799-1827): The Course of Time. Book viii. Line 616.

The cunning livery of hell.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Mislike me not for my complexion,

The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray

Had in her sober livery all things clad;

Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,

They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,

Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;

She all night long her amorous descant sung;

Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament

With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led

The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,

Rising in clouded majesty, at length

Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,

And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 598.