As a charm against haemorrhage of every kind, the rose has long been a favourite remedy in Germany, and in Westphalia the following formula is employed: "Abek, Wabek, Fabek; in Christ's garden stand three red rosesone for the good God, the other for God's blood, the third for the angel Gabriel: blood, I pray you, cease to flow."

It might stop haemorrhage in an infant, but for a burly soldier it is absurd.

"Haemorrhage into the neighbouring joint on inflammation?"

In dealing with the healing of the woman who suffered from a bloody flux, he asks: “What if we had been told of the Pope’s curing an haemorrhage like this before us, what would Protestants have said to it?