Michael
2012-07-12 17:17:48 UTC
The hound by eating grass doth find relief,
For being sick it is his choicest meat:
The wounded hart* doth ease his pain and grief
If he the herb dictamion** may eat:
The loathsome snake renews his sight again:
When he casts off his withered coat and hue:
The sky-bred eagle fresh age doth obtain
When he his beak decayeth doth renew.
I worse then these whose sore no salve can cure,
Whose grief no herb, nor plant nor tree can ease,
Remediless I still must pain endure,
Till I my Chloris’ furious mood can please;
She like the scorpion gave to me a wound,
And like the scorpion she must make me sound.
*hart = red deer; stag
**dictamion = dictamnum creticum, an herb with magical healing powers. A hart, for example, could eat dictamion and then expel from its body a hunter’s dart.