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A reverend old Woman that had lived 70 odd, or thereabouts, and being something unsatisfied in her Religion, went to the Minister of the Town, who was a Presby∣ter, and having askt her many Questions, at last askt her how many Commandments there were? Truly Sir, says she, an't please your worship, I don't know: for I never minded any of 'em all. Then he called down his Maid Ann, and bid her name them all to her, and she named nine of them: What, says he, is there but nine? No, Sir
says she, for you and I broke one last night. Nay, says the old woman, if they be so easie to be broke, I am glad I had nothing at all to to do with them.