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for feare, together
stuck, And in their sweat each other duck't. They wished
A thousand times that it were day; 'Tis sure the divell! Let us pray.
They pray'd amain; and, as they say, ---- ----
Approach of day did cleere the doubt, For all devotions were run out,
They now waxt strong and something stout, One peaked
Under the bed, but nought was there; He view'd the chamber ev'ry
where, Nothing apear'd but what, for feare. They leaked.

Their stomachs then return'd apace, They found the mutton in the place,
And fell unto it with a grace. They laughed
Each at the other's pannick feare, And each his bed-fellow did jeere,
And having sent for ale and beere, They quaffed.
And then abroad the summons went, Who'll buy king's-land o' th'
Parliament? A paper-book contein'd the rent, Which lay there;
That did contein the severall farmes, Quit-rents, knight services, and
armes; But that they came not in by swarmes To pay there.
Night doth invite to bed again, The grand Commissioners were lain,
But then the thing did heave amain, It busled,
And with great clamor fil'd their eares, The noyse was doubled, and
their feares; Nothing was standing but their haires, They nuzled.
Oft were the blankets pul'd, the sheete Was closely twin'd betwixt their
feete, It seems the spirit was discreete And civill.
Which makes the poore Commissioners Feare they shall get but small
arreares, And that there's yet for cavaliers One divell.
They cast about what best to doe; Next day they would to wisemen goe,
To neighb'ring towns some cours to know; For schollars
Come not to Woodstock, as before, And Allen's dead as a nayle-doore,
And so's old John (eclep'd the poore) His follower;
Rake Oxford o're, there's not a man That rayse or lay a spirit can, Or
use the circle, or the wand, Or conjure;
Or can say (Boh!) unto a divell, Or to a goose that is uncivill, Nor
where Keimbolton purg'd out evill, 'Tis sin sure.
There were two villages hard by, With teachers of presbytery, Who
knew the house was hidiously Be-pestred;

But 'lasse! their new divinity Is not so deep, or not so high; Their witts
doe (as their meanes did) lie Sequestred;
But Master Joffman was the wight Which was to exorcise the spright;
Hee'll preach and pray you day and night At pleasure.
And by that painfull gainfull trade, He hath himselfe full wealthy made;
Great store of guilt he hath, 'tis said, And treasure.
But no intreaty of his friends Could get him to the house of fiends, He
came not over for such ends From Dutch-land,
But worse divinity hee brought, And hath us reformation taught, And,
with our money, he hath bought Him much land.
Had the old parsons preached still, The div'l should nev'r have had his
wil; But those that had or art or skill Are outed;
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 ---- ----
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 ---- ---- ----
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
In such a wofull manner that Their very hearts went pit a pat; * * * * *
---- ---- ----
The stately rooms, where kings once lay But the contractors show'd the
way. But mark what now I tell you, pray, 'Tis worth it.
That book I told you of before, Wherein were tenants written store, A
register for many more Not forth yet,
That very book, as it did lie, Took of a flame, no mortall eye Seeing
one jot of fire thereby, Or taper;
For all the candles about flew, And