And those to whom the pow’r was giv’n
Of driving spirits, are out-driv’n;
Their colledges dispos’d, and livings,
To grout-heads.
There was a justice who did boast,
Hee had as great a gift almost,
Who did desire him to accost
This evill.
But hee would not employ his gifts.
But found out many sleights and shifts;
Hee had no prayers, nor no snifts,
For th’ divell.
Some other way they cast about,
These brought him in, they throw not out;
A woman, great with child, will do’t;
They got one.
And she i’ th’ room that night must lie;
But when the thing about did flie,
And broke the windows furiously
And hot one
Of the contractors o’re the head,
Who lay securely in his bed,
The woman, shee-affrighted, fled
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And now they lay the cause on her.
That e’re that night the thing did stir,
Because her selfe and grandfather
Were Papists;
They must be barnes-regenerate,
(A Hans en Kelder of the state,
Which was in reformation gatt,)
They said, which
Doth make the divell stand in awe,
Pull in his hornes, his hoof, his claw;
But having none, they did in draw
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But in the night there was such worke,
The spirit swaggered like a Turke;
The bitch had spi’d where it did lurke,
And howled