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Whence, by a brute of pouder that. should blow to heaven or hellThe protestants, I hither came, where all I found too well:And in the catholick maine cause, small hope or rather none;No sooner, therefore was I come, but that I wisht me gone.Was then a merry world with us, when Mary wore the crowne,And holy-water-sprinkle was beleevd to put us downe,Ho, ho, ho, ho, needs must I laugh, such fooleries to name:And at my crummed mess of milke, each night, from maid or dameTo do their chares, as they supposd, when in their deadest sleepeI puld them out their beds, and made themselves their houses sweepe,How clatterd I amongst their pots and pans, as dreamed they!My hempen hampen sentence,[1] when some tender foole would lay
- ↑ "Indeed," says Reginald Scot, "your grandams maides were woont to set a boll of milke before him [Incubus] and his cousine Robin Good-fellow, for grinding of malt or mustard, and sweeping the house at midnight: and you have
