And some with sighes did wishe for Scipio,
Them to defend from me there deadly foe.
25.
But as the lion passente once with feare,
Gardante, a mouing mollhil did beholde,
From whence he thought some wonder would appeare,
A little moule crepte from the mouing mould,
Which made the quaking lione then so bolde,
Feare set aside, that he for his delyght,
Playd with the moule, and kilde the strengthlesse wight.