CAlled Bufo from blowing perhaps;* 1.1 and Rubeta from being among bushes, Phronon, and Phrunen, the poy∣son running to the head, and causing giddinesse, or from the shrub Phruganon. By Lucian, Phusalos from swelling, if but touched. It is thick skined,* 1.2 hardly to be pearced by the sharpest stake, pale, spotted, as if pimpled, the belly swoln and pufd, thick-headed, broad-backed, without hair. One sort lives on land, and in marishy puddles. The phansy shady,* 1.3 rotten holes. There are none in Ireland; bring any thither (they say) they dy, sprinkle but irish dust upon them.
They feed on earthy moysture, herbs, worms,* 1.4 bees. It is said they eat so much earth a day, as they can grasp with the forefoot. They lurk oft under sage; there are sad stories of divers dying with tasting sage leaves,* 1.5 whether they eat it, or no is not known.
They are bred out of egges, and rotten stuff;* 1.6 and out of buried ashes; and in Dariene, from the drops falling from slaves right hands, as they water the floor,* 1.7 and from a duck buried; and from menstrue, we read of womans void∣ing toads.
They hold enmity with salt, for being sprinkled therewith, they pine away to the bones, if we beleeve Albert. Strong sents, as of rew, &c. drives them away, as also of a blooming vine. They fight with Cats, and dy for it; Moles, and they devoure each other. A Spider strikes him dead at a blow.* 1.8 They love Sage, Weezels will slide into their mouths. Plantan is their antidote against Spiders.* 1.9 By day, and in winter they skulk, and ly in the paths by night, and rome about;* 1.10 they hate the Sun-beams. Hevygated they are; sometimes they leap.* 1.11 Strike them, they swell, and spurt poyson out behinde, and then certain stinking drops. They infect Sage, and make it as dead∣ly as wolfbane; they cry, or croak gru, gru. When they crawl about in the evening, it pre∣sages rain.
Their poyson is not much, nor strong;* 1.12 especially of those in colder regions, but in hotter, stronger. The very salt wherein a