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Witches, Sorcerers, Coniurers, and Enchanters

You Canckred old whore, you whose nose and chinne
Touch one another y'ar so old and crooked
when you shold mind your soules health, you begin
To wax vnluckie, who ist that prouoked,
Your beldams skinne to witchcraft and such euell,
But euen your father Lucifer the diuell:
You Nigro muzell in the diuells liknes,
Clothed in blacke with white rod in your hand:
You that can coniure all the clowdes to thicknes,
Blustring and rayning, troubling all the land.
Which are invested so with hellish skill,
You blow downe trees and houses when you will,
Troubling and perplexing euery creature,
With fiery lightnings thunderclapps and showers,
The heauen yet keepes them from your fiery meature,
And vtterly euerts your hellish powers,
When al your witchcrafts past and earth be shaken
Dericke will trusse you vp when your are taken.
But ere you goe for all your last offences,
Vnluckines and troubling of the land:
Behold my whip; heres one that recompences,
All the whole rogry you haue tooke in hand.
For al your witchcrafts showers of raine & thunder
I thinke my whip will make your sholders wonder.