Edmund Spenser,
The Faerie Queene
“ A streame of cole black bloud forth gushed from her corse. XXVHer scattred brood,^ soone as their Parent deare They saw so rudely falling to the ground, Groning full deadly, all with troublous feare, Gathred themselves about her body round, Weening their wonted entrance to have found At her wide mouth: but being there withstood They flocked all about her bleeding wound, And sucked up their dying mothers blood, Making her death their life, and eke her hurt their good. ”
