❧ The true description of a monstruous Child/ Born in the isle of wight, in this present year of our Lord God, M. D. LXIIII the month of October, after this form with a cluster of long hear about the Navel, the Father's name is james johnsun, in the paris of Freswater.  
 depiction of deformed infant  

FOr mercy Lord, with one accord,  
To the we call and cry:  
That so doth show, in earth below,  
Thy wondrous works daily.   

Within the race, of five years space  
Moche monstruous sights hath been:  
Of sundry kind, man bare in mind,  
And soon turn from thy sin.   

Repent and pray, a mend I say,  
Leave of thy wicked ways:  
The time draws on, thou must be gone,  
Behold this later days.   

Of Infans young, agone not long,  
With calves and pigs which were:  
The tookens loo, misshapen so,  
Which crieth to us great fear.   

Now this late sight in Isle of Wight,  
Strangely it is to tell:  
Two children borne, never before.  
Such wonders there be fell.   

The one I find, of Woman kind,  
Having her shape all right:  
The other is, transposed this,  
As pleaseth the Lord of might.   

Where natures art, doth not her part.  
In working of her skill:  
To shape a right, each lyucly wight,  
Behold it is God's will.   

Loo here you see, before your eye,  
A man child to behold:  
A babe gylties, deformed this.  
Most wondrous to be told.   

No carver can, nor painter then,  
The shape more ugly make:  
As itself doth, declare the truth,  
A sight to make us quake.   

Let us all fear, and in mind bear,  
This form so monstruous:  
That no hurt wrought, nor evil hath thought,  
What shall become of us.   

That doth still sin, and never lyn,  
As men heaping up treasure:  
Against the day, of wrath for aye,  
Of God's heavy displeasure.   

Now pray we all, both great and small,  
Unto the Lord of might:  
To give us grace in Heaven a place,  
There to attain his sight.    


ALl ye that doth behold and see, this monstrous sight so strange,  
Let it to you a preaching be, from sinful life to change:  
For in this latter days truly, the Lord strange sights doth show,  
By tokens in the heavens high, and on the earth below.  
This doth demonstrate to us, the life which we live in,  
A Monster oughly to behold, conceived was in sin:  
In shape unparfett here to view, that nature hath not dressed,  
A child now borne by port most true, this from the mother's breast:  
For he that doth this shape behold, and his own state will know,  
Will make the proud Peacock so bold, bear down his tail full low;  
Now Lord send down thy holy sprite, the Confortor of joy,  
For to direct our ways aright, to dwell with thee for aye:  
And grant we may amend our life, according to thy word,  
In every age both Man and Wife, now grant us this good Lord.   
Finis  quod john Barkar.  

¶ Imprinted at London in Fleetstreet: at the Sign of the Falcon, by William Gryffith, and are to be sold at his shop in saint Donstons' churchyard, in the west of London, the viii day of November.