Venus, which hield a boiste clos,
And wolde noght I scholde deie,
Tok out mor cold than eny keie
P. iii. 370
An oignement, and in such point
Sche hath my wounded herte enoignt,
My temples and my Reins also.[1761]
And forth withal sche tok me tho 2820
A wonder Mirour forto holde,
In which sche bad me to beholde