The Hag is
astride,
This night
for to ride;
The Devill
and shee together:
Through
thick, and through thin,
Now out,
and then in,
Though
ne’r so foule be the weather.
A Thorn or
a Burr
She takes
for a Spurre:
With a
lash of a Bramble she rides now,
Through
Brakes and through Bryars,
O’re
Ditches, and Mires,
She
followes the Spirit that guides now.
No Beast,
for his food,
Dares now
range the wood;
But husht
in his laire he lies lurking:
While
mischiefs, by these,
On Land
and on Seas,
At noone
of Night are working,
The storme
will arise,
And
trouble the skies;
This
night, and more for the wonder,
The ghost
from the Tomb
Affrighted
shall come,
Illustration:
Albrecht Dürer’s ‘shrieking siren’ of a witch riding backwards on a goat,
c1500, with Dürer’s AD monogram reversed. Photograph: © Trustees of the British Museum
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