Then pumie stones I hast'ly hent,
And threw; but nought availed:
He was so wimble and so wight,
From bough to bough he leaped light,
And oft the pumies latched:
Therewith afraid I ran away;
But he, that erst seem'd but to play,
A shaft in earnest snatched,
And hit me running in the heel:
For then I little smart did feel,