But all in vain, her eyes begin to rowle,
She sighs, and all cry out, alas poore soule!
One then doth pinch her cheek, one pulls her nose
Some blest the opportunity that were her foes,
And they reveng’d themselves upon her face,
S. Dunstans Divell was ne’re in such a case.
Now Priest say what thou wilt, for here’s a chat
Begun of this great Empirick, and that
Renowned Doctor, what cures they have done:
I like not Mayern, he speaks French sayes one.