Of the great Deuill Belzebub, and what monstrous and strange Deuils he hath bred in our age.
BElzebub the enuious, grand God of flies, Archduke of Grecian fantasies, and patron of the Pharisies, thou Prince of Deuils, I must straine your patience a little to rec∣kon vp your pedigrée: and though your in∣fecting* 1.1 Cain, peruerting Esau, seducing Saul, incensing Absolon, and gathering al the he∣resies in the church were enough to condemne your hornes to be sawed off of your head for villanie: yet it shall suffise mee to find out the beginning of your sinfull progenie. Your wife I trow was Iealosie the daughter of a corrupt spirit, who could neuer find in her heart to dresse her selfe, for feare a pin should kill her; nor look into the aire, for feare she should be blasted▪ nor drink of water, in doubt she should be poisoned: God amercy for that nod hornd beast for it showes thy confession. Wel then, Ie∣lousie thy wife, how were thy childrē gotten? for sooth it fortuned (as some poetical humor inspires me) that being vexed with a se∣uer & passion of the spléen, thou wert by the aduice of Wrath (the Phisition in ordinary in thy houshold) let blood on the back of thy hand, in that vaine which is next the little finger, out of which hauing gathered much bloud, Iealousie (that was still afraid of