A Taylors Hell.
A Certain Taylor, who had in his life∣time damned many a peece of Stuff to Hell; at last chanced to fall extreamly sick, and being in a trance, he thought he saw all the Feinds of Hell mustered in his Chamber, where they displayed a Banner of sundry colour'd Silks which he had sto∣len, wishing that he might finde them all in Hell. This Vision so affrighted him, that upon his recovery he reformed his life, carried home what was remaining of any Garment, and laid a special charge upon his Journey-man, that if any stuff brought in fell out too large, if he saw his fingers in∣clined to filch, that he should put him in minde of the Vision. Not long after, a Cap∣tain of a Ship brought to him some Velvet to make him thereof a pair of Breeches, which being too much, he snipt away three quarters of a yard of it under his Shop∣board: his Journey-man seeing this, called to him, and said, Remember Master the Vision: Peace knave (said he) peace, there