 | Canidia, or the Witches |  |
Canidia.
‘Thanks Sister, for your pains due to you,
‘Satis fecisti Officio Tuo.
‘Now, my Lords, I as President,
‘By my Authority, not Complement,
‘Dissolve this Council: Go your ways,
‘We shall study all your Praise.
‘But bare Words shall not suffice,
‘We'l fit you with a Sacrifice.
‘We have exchang'd a Noble Boy,
‘Left in his room an Ideot Toy;
‘Him we devote, by Instigation,
‘For a Magick Propitiation.
‘And when you are all fixt in Hell,
‘This Odor from our Altars you shall smell.
‘Thanks Sister, for your pains due to you,
‘Satis fecisti Officio Tuo.
‘Now, my Lords, I as President,
‘By my Authority, not Complement,
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‘We shall study all your Praise.
‘But bare Words shall not suffice,
‘We'l fit you with a Sacrifice.
‘We have exchang'd a Noble Boy,
‘Left in his room an Ideot Toy;
‘Him we devote, by Instigation,
‘For a Magick Propitiation.
‘And when you are all fixt in Hell,
‘This Odor from our Altars you shall smell.
Dixi.
| Canidia, or the Witches | |