For all his washing cleaner. Still he stroue,
Yet still the litle hands were bloudie seene;
The which him into great amaz’ment droue,
And into diuerse doubt his wauering wonder cloue.
He wist not whether blot of foule offence iv
Might not be purgd with water nor with bath;
Or that high God, in lieu[492] of innocence,
Imprinted had that token of his wrath,
To shew how sore bloudguiltinesse he hat’th[493];
Or that the charme and venim, which they druncke,