Of Camphora[900], and Calamint, and Dill,
All which she in a[901] earthen Pot did poure,
And to the brim with Colt wood did it fill,
And many drops of milke and bloud through it did spill.
Then taking thrise three haires from off her head, l
Them[902] trebly breaded[903] in a threefold lace,
And round about the pots mouth, bound the thread,
And after hauing whispered a space
Certaine sad words, with hollow voice and bace,
She to the virgin said, thrise said she it;