Ovid, amongës other thingës smale, 2052 Saith, Midas had, under his longë hairs, Growing upon his head two ass’s ears; The whichë vice he hid, as best he might, Full subtlely from every man’s sight, That, save his wife, there knew of it no mo’; He lov’d her most, and trusted her also; He prayed her, that to no creature She wouldë tellen of his disfigúre. 2053 She swore him, nay, for all the world to win, She would not do that villainy or sin, To make her husband have so foul a name: She would not tell it for her owen shame. But natheless her thoughtë that she died, That she so longë should a counsel hide; Her thought it swell’d so sore about her heart, That needës must some word from her astart; And, since she durst not tell it unto man, Down to a marish fast thereby she ran, Till she came there, her heart was all afire: And, as a bittern bumbles 2054