“I, loking up unto that rufull rode, Sawe first the visage pale of that figure; But so pitous a sight spotted with blode Sawe never, yet, no living creature; So it exceded the boundes of mesure, That mannes minde with al his wittes five Is nothing able that paine to discrive.”

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From arm to arm of the cross, and from top to bottom. ↩

Mr. Gary here quotes Chaucer, “Wif of Bath’s Tale,” 6450:⁠—

“As thikke as motes in the sonnebeme.”

“As thikke as motes in the sonnebeme.”