My bowels gone, this was an end of me.
You Conjurors and damned Witches all,
Example take by my unhappy fall:
Give not your souls and bodies into Hell,
See that the smallest hair you do not sell.
But hope that Christ his Kingdom you may gain,
Where you shall never fear such mortal pain:
Forsake the Devil and all his crafty ways,
Embrace true faith that never more decays.
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