No single Word spake he:
"Giles Corey," sayth ye Magistrate,
"We'll press it out of thee."
They got them then a heavy Beam,
They layde it on his Breast,
They loaded it with heavy Stones,
And hard upon him prest.
"More weight," now sayd this wretched Man,
"More weight," again he cryed,
And he did no Confession make