Celestinus hesitated a long time, but at last, through fear, he agreed to the Devil’s proposal.
“Now, then, my son,” said the Devil, “write what I tell you. Are you ready to begin?”
A mangy horse lay in a field,
A sheep on either side;
Across his back a rope was hung,
To which the sheep were tied.
Teas’d by the rope, up rose the horse,
With him the sheep up swung,
On either flank, thus weighted well,
The rope his withers wrung.