Of senselesse words, which nature did him teach,
T’expresse his passions, which his reason did empeach.
And comming likewise to the wounded knight, xii
When he beheld the streames of purple blood
Yet flowing fresh, as moued with the sight,
He made great mone after his saluage mood,
And running streight into the thickest wood,
A certaine herbe from thence vnto him brought,
Whose vertue he by vse well vnderstood:
The iuyce whereof into his wound he wrought,