Her ashes burn
Our eyes
Bleak lines
On solemn faces
Concern'd we are
By our necessary deed
Moved by the
Pathetic begging of the witch.
So cruel our duty,
Yet so joyful in the Lord!
For Alas! Ye poor sinners
There's devils everywhere!
In shades they lurk
And on meadows fair.
They may obseſs your neighbour,
Your friend, your lover
For the hearts of the weak
Are their favour'd lair.
Devils devils devils devils devils everywhere
In evil eyes they dwell
And in women fair
As the Devill is a Spirit
And Prince of the ayre
He appeares in many shapes
By joyning thickned myst together
And the Devill is cunning.
By drawing out of Teats
He doth really enter the body
As reall
Corporeall
Substantiall creature and
Forceth that Creature
To his desired ends
Useth the organs of that body
To speake withall
To make his compact up
With his hideous agents;
The heretic, the heathen, the witch
His genital is sore and scaly
And his semen cold as ice.
Maybe she was stirred
By our painful interrogation.
For God's compassion she yell'd
And lo! How mercyful we were!
The burning flames of the stake
May slacken her torture in hell.
`There is no peace,´
Says the Lord, `for the wicked.´
We'll have no peace
'til they are all purged.
`There is no peace,´
Says my God, `to the wicked.´
We'll have no peace
'til they all burn.
The wicked are
Like the troubled sea
Whose waters
Cast up mire and dirt.
We'll have no peace
'til our country is cleansed.
`There is no rest,´
Says the Lord, `for the wicked.´
We'll have no peace
'til they are all purged.