She tooke him streight full pitiously lamenting,

And wrapt him in her smock:

She wrapt him softly, all the while repenting,

That he the fly did mock.

She drest his wound, and it embaulmed wel

With salve of soveraigne might:

And then she bathed him in a dainty well

The well of deare delight.

Who would not oft be stung as this,

To be so bathed in Venus blis.