Into the woods thenceforth in haste shee went,
To seeke for herbes that mote him remedy;
For she of herbes had great intendiment.
There, whether yt divine tobacco were,
Or panachæa, or polygony,
Shee fownd, and brought it to her patient deare,
Who al this while lay bleding out his hart blood neare. |3|
The soveraine weede betwixt two marbles plaine
Shee pownded small, and did in peeces bruze;