:53:00
The foul fiend follows me...
:53:04
Away!
:53:06
Croack not, black angel!
I have no food for thee.
:53:15
The foul fiend vexes him.
:53:17
He hath led him through fire
and through flame...
:53:23
Fie, foh, and fum!
:53:27
Bless thee from whirlwinds,
star-blasting, and taking!
:54:25
Hail to thee, noble master!
:54:38
He wears cruel garters.
:54:41
Horses are tied by the heads,
dogs and bears by the neck,
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monkeys by the loins,
and men by the legs.
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When a man's over-lusty at legs,
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then he wears
wooden nether-stocks.