The moon was in her full
the winds were paralytic
the fountains were mute
I saw coming out of a grot
a tall and venerable old man
cloathed in white
with a swarty face
his eyebrows thick and long
a wall and frightfull eye
his beard thrown over his shoulder
on his head a hat of verveine
on his neck a collar set with seven precious stones
he wrote the names
of the demons of wisdom,
of the age, of the year,
the season, the month,
the week, the day and the hour
and thus he began
He did hardly stirr his lips, neverthelesse I heard in his throat a humming, as of many voices mixt together: He was raised from the ground about a palm, and ever now and then he would fix his eyes upon the nail of his left fore-finger; his face was much inflamed, and he more disquieted. After many gastfull contortions, groaning, he fell on his knees; but no sooner had he pronounc’d three words of a certain prayer, but he became more strong than a man, and without wagging, stood the monstrous shock of a most horrible wind, that blowed against him, sometimes in sudden blasts, and sometimes like a whirlwind; this wind seem’d to endeavour, to make him go out of the Circles. After this, the three Circles went round under him, there followed a storm of hail as red as blood, and this gave place to a fourth much more terrible; ‚twas a torrent of fire, that cracked as it turned round, and divided it self into globes, each of which burst in pieces, with great claps of thunder.
I teach old women to cure a fever by words
I teach the witches to take the form of wolves
I teach the Necromancers to destroy their enemies
I teach how to break the charmes of a person bewitched
I treat them splendidly but give them no salt to their meat
and if any stranger gives god thanks
I cause all the things to vanish
and leave him 500 miles from his own home
in a desert full of nettles and thornes
I make the fairies to dance by the moonlight
I command spirits to haunt the old castles
I cause the thieves to burn candles of dead mens grease
I am the Divel of Vauvert
and the great huntsman of Fountain-Bleau Forest
I am the Divel of Vauvert
and the great huntsman of Fountain-Bleau Forest
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