Chapter XXXI: Book IV: Bells, Wells, Stones, and Dragons

Gorgons, and hydras, and chimeras dire.
MILTON: _Paradise Lost_.

Then up there raise ane wee wee man
Franethe the moss-gray stane;
His face was wan like the collifloure,
For he nouthir had blude nor bane.
HOGG: _The Witch of Fife_.

... where he stood,
Of auncient time there was a springing well,
From which fast trickled forth a silver flood,
Full of great vertues, and for med'cine good: ...
For unto life the dead it could restore.
SPENSER: _Faerie Queene_.