The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 7 of 30
Bale, John · published 1548 · first performed or written 1538 [revised c.1547 and 1562] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
I have charms for the plough, And also for the cough, She shall give milk enough, So long as I am pleased. Apace the mill shall go, So shall the credle do, And the mustered querrie also, No man therewith diseased. Thou art thu for me fit. The woman hath a wit, And by her gear can sixth, Though she be somewhat old. It is mine own sweet bully, My muskyne and my mullye, My gelover and my cullye, Yea, mine own sweet heart of Gold. I say yet not to hold. Peace fondelinge, tush a button, What wilt thu fall to mutton? And play the hungry glutton, Afore this company? Rank love is full of heat, Where hungry dogs lack meat, They will dirty puddings eat, For want of beef and conye. High, minion for money, As good is draff as honey, When the day is hot and sonnye, By the blessed road of kent. say fourth your mind good mother, For this man is none other, But our own loving brother. And is very we'll content. I never miss but palter, Our blessed ladies psaulter, Before saint Savours altar, With my beads once a day. And this is my comen cast, To hear Mass first or last. And the holy frydaye fast, In good time mote I it say. With blessings of Saint Germyne, I will me so determine, That neither fox nor vermin, Shall do my chuckens harm. For your gese seek saint Legearde, And for your ducks saint Lenarde, For horse take Moses' yard, There is no better charm. Take me a napkin folte, With the bias of a bolt, For the healing of a colt, No better thing can be. For lamps and for botts, Take me saint Wylfrides knots. And holy saint Thomas lots, On my life I warande ye. For the cough take Iudas care, With the paring of a pear, And drink them without fear If ye will have remedy, Three syppes are for the hyckock, And vj. more for the chyckock, Thus may my praty pyckock, Recover by and by. If ye can not sleep but slumber. give oats unto saint Vncumber, And beans in a certain number. Unto saint Blaze and saint Blythe▪ give onions to saint Cutlake, And garlic to saint Cyryake, If ye will shurne the head ache, Ye shall have them at queen hythe. A dram of a sheeps tyrdle. And good saint Frances girdle, With the hamlet of an hyrdle, Are wholesome for the pyppe. Besyden these charms afore, I have feats many more, That I keep still in store, Whom now I over hip. It is a spoart I trow, To hear how she out blow, Her witch crafts on a row, By the Mass I must needs smile. Now I pray the let me know, What sedes that thu cannyst sow. Mankind to over throw, And the law of nature beguile.
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I haue charmes for the plowgh, And also for the cowgh, She shall geue mylke ynowgh, So longe as I am pleased. Apace the mylle shall go, So shall the credle do, And the musterde querrie also, No man therwith dyseased. Thou art thu for me fytt. The woman hath a wytt, And by her gere can syxt, Though she be sumwhat olde. It is myne owne swete bullye, My muskyne and my mullye, My gelouer and my cullye, Yea, myne owne swete hart of Golde. I saye yet not to holde. Peace fondelinge, tush a button, What wylt thu fall to mutton? And playe the hungry glutton, Afore thys cumpanye? Ranke loue is full of heate, Where hungry dogges lacke meate, They wyll durty puddynges eate, For wante of befe and conye. Hygh, mynyon for monye, As good is draffe as honye, Whan the daye is whote and sonnye, By the blessed rode of kent. Saye fourth your mynde good mother, For thys man is non other, But our owne louynge brother. And is very wele content. I neuer mysse but paulter, Our blessed ladyes psaulter, Before saynt Sauers aulter, With my bedes ones a daye. And thys is my commen cast, To heare Masse first or last. And the holy frydaye fast, In good tyme mowt I it saye. With blessynges of Saynt Germyne, I wyll me so determyne, That neyther foxe nor vermyne, Shall do my chuckens harme. For your gese seke saynt Legearde, And for your duckes saynt Lenarde, For horse take Moyses yearde, There is no better charme. Take me a napkyn folte, With the byas of a bolte, For the healynge of a colte, No better thynge can be. For lampes and for bottes, Take me saynt Wylfrides knottes. And holy saynt Thomas lottes, On my lyfe I warande ye. For the cowgh take Iudas care, With the parynge of a peare, And drynke them without feare If ye wyll haue remedy, Thre syppes are for the hyckock, And vj. more for the chyckock, Thus maye my praty pyckock, Recouer by and by. If ye can not slepe but slumber. Geue otes vnto saynt Vncumber, And beanes in a serten number. Vnto saynt Blase and saynt Blythe▪ Geue onyons to saynt Cutlake, And garlyke to saynt Cyryake, If ye wyll shurne the head ake, Ye shall haue them at quene hythe. A dramme of a shepes tyrdle. And good saynt Frances gyrdle, With the hamlet of an hyrdle, Are wholesom for the pyppe. Besyden these charmes afore, I haue feates many more, That I kepe styll in store, Whome now I ouer hyppe. It is a spoart I trowe, To heare how she out blowe, Her witche craftes on a rowe, By the Masse I must nedes smyle. Now I praye the lete me knowe, What sedes that thu cannyst sowe. Mankynde to ouer throwe, And the lawe of nature begyle.