He further says, there is, in England, a certain species of demons, which in their language they call Grant, like a one-year-old foal, with straight legs, and sparkling eyes. This kind of demons very often appears in the streets, in the very heat of the day, or about sun-set; and as often as it makes its appearance, portends that there is about to be a fire in that city or town. When, therefore, in the following day or night, the danger is urgent, in the streets, running to and fro, it provokes the dogs to bark, and, while it pretends flight, invites them, following, to pursue, in the vain hope of overtaking it. This kind of illusion creates caution to the watchmen who have the custody of fire, and so the officious race of demons, while they terrify the beholders, are wont to secure the ignorant by their arrival.[1]
Gower, in his tale of Narcissus, professedly from Ovid, says
