To see an helpelesse euill, double griefe doth lend.
Nought could she read the roote of his disease, xxii
Ne weene what mister maladie it is,
Whereby to seeke some meanes it to appease.
Most did she thinke, but most she thought amis,
That that same former fatall wound of his
Whyleare by Tryphon was not throughly healed,
But closely rankled vnder th’orifis:
Least did she thinke, that which he most concealed,
That loue it was, which in his hart lay vnreuealed.