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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Molly Webster</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heard ye e'er of Molly Webster, Molly Webster ye Hadley witch?<br>Heavie her Curse hath layn vpon Hadley, feered on by Poore & Riche.<br>Sold is shee, bodie & Spirit to Sathan, & worketh hys Will;<br>For our God's hid Purpose, doubtless, is shee suffered to doe vs Il.<br>Shee hath caled ye Thunder from Heaven & fyre yt was lytt in Helle;<br>Burn'd ye homs & Barne of her neighbor, shee Laughed for it pleas'd her wel.<br>She hath cast a Spel on ye Cattel yt they sould not passe her Doore,<br>A great Load of Haye from ye Meddowe she turn'd wh a Finger o'er!<br>Ye bould Carter threat'd her with hys Whippe, "For surelie God is fayn<br>To holp mee before a witch," sayd he, & shee turn'd it vp agen.<br>By'r Word ye sleeping Infant hath binn Raysed from its Cradel Bedd,<br>Vntouch'd of mortall hands wee have seen it wafted in Ayer o'er head!<br>Shee hath noe feer of ye Salvage for they sarve ye same euil Lord;<br>Oft, in ye guyse of a Walleneag hee hath feasted att her Board.<br>A black Henn flewe down our chimnie, & scalded itself in ye Pott;<br>Come Morn, goodwife Webster is scalded; wheyr got shee ye Burne? God wot!<br>Ye Lawe of our God, yea of our Land allows not a Witch to live;<br>We send her to Boston, to Generall Court, yt they might a Judgment giue;<br>But they Deem'd ye Charge not Prooven, tho ye Truth was wh payns layd bare; -<br>(Pray God it was not for her bright black eyes & her long curling hayr!)<br>Shee hath cost ye Town full threescore Pounds & now shee is heer agayne,<br>To laye a Blite on ye Rie, shee sayth, & to staye ye needful Rayn;<br>Yet moyer, our neighbor Philip Smith, she hath layd on a paynful bedd,<br>Vext by an hideous Witchcraft, hee wishes, nay longs to bee Dead!<br>By tymes he hath rapturous Uision, & Cryeth inn feruant Prayr,<br>"Lord, staie Thy hand, for ys is moyer than Thy frayl Seruant mae bear!"<br>More oft with dyre Groanings and Tears, he wallows in myre of ye Ditch<br>Digged for hys soul by yt own daughter of Sathan, ye Hadley witch!<br>Ye healthful Potions ye Chirurgeon sends from ye gallipots Power out,<br>Ye bedd vpheaues, ye homs is shaken, & ye stooles are hvrl'd aboute.<br>Hee dy'd in ye Night, they say, prayse God, she may neuer vex him mower!<br>(Ye bodie bled, & ye black catt mewed, yt Morn when shee passt his Doore!)<br>Pray Christian peple who heere ys Tayl, whoever ye may bee,<br>Pray for ye Peece of Hadley, for sorely try'd are wee!<br>Pray yt our godly Ministers, wh Fast proclaymed & Prayer,<br>May from Sathan's the old Land lords' clutch thys fayre New England tear!<br>Yea thus hee kicks agaynst the pricks & hys Imps groe ouer Bold,<br>As he sees yt land passe from his Power wh hee hath ouned of ould!<br>God keep vs alle from Salvages, God keep vs alle from Worse;—<br>Ye Idyl Sport of wicked FRIENDS & Molly Webster's curse!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Julia+Taft+Bayne">Julia Taft Bayne</a><div class=q>
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