Incarnate Devill. Devill in hose and doublet.
Whose shame even hoarse with age black fame shal ring.
And after times with horrour shall distract,
And by recounting of so vile an act,
Mortality so much astonishing,
Make them account their wickednesse, scarce sin
To that, which long before their time hath been.
That know no God more mighty than their mischief.
Of the most wicked disposition, that ever infected the aire
with his breath.
S••ts fires on barnes, and hay-stacks in the night,
And bids the owners quench them with their tears.
That d••g up dead men from their quiet graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends doores,
Even when their sorrowes almost were forgot.
Not clean enough to spit on.
A man that is the abstract of all faults,
That all men follow. The impostume of all corruptions.
Who all things on the earth amends,
By beeing worse than they.
A disposition would turne charity it self into hate.
That pursue
Deeds, After which no mischief can be new.
Who is no lesse
Than the perfection of all wickednesse.
The Stigian Quintessence. The Devils Enchiridion.
In one the monster of all wicked men.
None speak his name, but spit after it, for fear of being poyson'd. The type of basenesse,
To whom vice is so proper, that it seems to grudge any
man the practise of it, but himself.
To whom murthers are but resolute acts, and treasons,
matters of great consequence.
The Devills facto••r for all wickednesse.
An honest man can neither see him, nor speak of him
without a blush.