When the Sabbath is caught by the first ray of the rising sun, all the witches and the vampires, incubi and succubi, take flight, some transforming themselves into noctules, some into other bats, some into still other species of Chiroptera.
The ſwain miſtruſtleſs of his ſmutted face, / While ſecret laughter tittered round the place […]
I ſawe a ſhole of ſhepheardes outgoe, / With ſinging, and ſhouting, and iolly chere: […]
He greeted me always, the epitome of cheer, with some gnomic well-wish that half the time I could not make out.
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