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THE SHEPHERDS DREAM.
Great Belsabub, thought I, can all spit fier as well as thine?Or where am I? it cannot be under the torred line.My fellow Incubus (who heere still residence did keepe,Witnes so many dadlesse babes begot on girles asleepe)[1]Did put me by that feare, and said it was an Indian weede,'That feum'd away more wealth than would a many thousands feed.Freed of that feare, the novelty of cooches scath'd me so,As from their drifts and cluttering I knew not where to go.These also worke, quoth Incubus, to our availe, for why?They tend to idle pride, and to inhospitalitie.With that I, comforted, did then prepe into every one,
- ↑ Gervase of Tilbury says "Vidimus quosdam dæmones tanto zelo mulieres amare, quod ad inaudita prorumpunt ludibria, et eum ad concubitum carum accedunt mirà mole eas opprimunt, nec ab aliis videntur." Otia imperialia, D. 1, c. 17.
