"Has not this present parliament A leger to the devil lent, Fully empower’d to treat about Finding revolted witches out? And has not he, within a year, Hang’d threescore of ’em in one shire? Some only for not being drown’d, And some for sitting above ground, Whole days and nights, upon their breeches, And, feeling pain, were hang’d for witches, And some for putting knavish tricks Upon green geese and turkey chicks, Or pigs, that suddenly deceas’d Of griefs unnat’ral, as he guess’d; Who after prov’d himself a witch, And made a rod for his own breech."