But inwardly it bleeds. Proof teacheth this.
When wounds do so, the danger greater is.
Pausing a while, and grievèd with my wound,
I looked about, expecting some relief:
Small hope of help, no ease of pain I found.
Like, all at once, to perish in my grief:
When hastily, I pluckèd forth the dart;
But left the head fast fixèd in my heart.
Fast fixèd in my heart, I left the head,