Sleeping within mine orchard, my custom always in the afternoon upon my secure hour thy uncle stole with juice of cursed hebenon in a vial and in the porches of mine ears did pour the leprous distilment whose effect holds such an enmity with blood of man that swift as quicksilver it courses through the natural gates and alleys of the body and with a sudden vigor it doth posset and curd, like eager droppings into milk, the thin and wholesome blood.
Som vanlig nøt jeg min middagssøvn i hagen, ubevoktet. Da kom din onkel listende. Han bar en skåI med bulmeurtens djevelsaft, og inn i mine ører helte han spedalskhetsgiften.