In sundry formes it doth appeare;
Now like a grasping claw to teare;
Now like a dog; anon a beare
It tumbles;
And all the windows battered are,
No man the quarter enter dare;
All men (except the glasier)
Doe grumble.
Once in the likenesse of woman,
Of stature much above the common,
’Twas seene, but spak a word to no man,
And vanish’d.
’Tis thought the ghost of some good wife
Whose husband was depriv’d of life,
Her children cheated, land in strife
She banist.
No man can tell the cause of these
So wondrous dreadful outrages;
Yet if upon your sinne you please
To discant,
You’le find our actions out-doe hell’s;
O wring your hands and cease the bells,
Repentance must, or nothing else
Appease can’t.
No. II.
THE JUST DEVIL OF WOODSTOCK;
OR,
A TRUE NARRATIVE OF THE SEVERAL APPARITIONS, THE FRIGHTS AND PUNISHMENTS, INFLICTED UPON THE RUMPISH COMMISSIONERS SENT THITHER TO SURVEY THE MANNORS AND HOUSES BELONGING TO HIS MAJESTIE.
[London, printed in the year 1660. 4to.]
The names of the persons in the ensuing Narrative mentioned, with others:—