Chapter 12 No.12

"It hath do me mochil woe."

"Yea hath it? Use," quod he, "this medicine;

Every daie this Maie or that thou dine,

Go lokin in upon the freshe daisie,

And though thou be for woe in poinct to die,

That shall full gretly lessen thee of thy pine."

CHAUCER.

That night Norman started from, what was not so much sleep, as a trance of op