Stuff their bodies as well,
As the Cavaliers Coyn doth their purses.
May the Cannibals of Pym
Eat them up limb by limb,
Or a hot Fever scorch ’um to embers,
Pox keep ’um in bed
Untill they are dead,
And repent for the loss of their Members.
And may they be found
In all to abound,