And in the water anon was seen His nose, his mouth, his eyen sheen, And he thereof was all abashed, His own shadow had him betrashed …

A drench of wine has with success been us'd, And through a horn the gen'rous juice infus'd, Which, timely taken, op'd his closing jaws, But, if too late, the patient's death did cause.

[Sorrow] hinders concoction, refrigerates the heart, takes away stomach, colour, and sleep; thickens the blood […]

'Tis pretended that the Divines of Louvain paſs'd the ſame judgment upon the miſplacing this obelus 150 years ago: but they have only ſaid that the Manuſcripts of [Robert] Stephens had the Text of the 7ᵗʰ Verſe entire, and ſo as 'tis printed, unleſs the obelus be placed wrong: I would my ſelf ſay as much, tho' I maintain that it is in its true place.