Witchcraft discovered and punished.  
Or, the Trials and Condemnation of three Notorious Witches, who were Tried the last Assizes, holden at the Castle of Exeter, in the County of Devon: where they received Sentence for Death, for bewitching several Persons, destroying Ships at Sea, and cattle by Land, etc.  
To the Tune of, Doctor Faustus: or, Fortune my Foe.  
 
 
 

Now listen to my Song good People all,  
And I shall tell what lately did befall,  
At Exeter, a place in Devonshire,  
The like whereof of late you ne'er did hear.   

At the last Assizes held at Exeter,  
Three Aged Women that Imprisoned were  
For Witches, and that many had destroyed;  
Were thither brought in order to be tried.   

For Witchcraft, that Old Wicked Sin,  
Which they for long time had continued in:  
And joined with Satan, to destroy the good,  
Hurt Innocents', and shed their harmless blood.   

But now it most apparent does appear,  
that they will now for such their deeds pay dear:  
For Satan having lulled their Souls asleep,  
Refuses Company with them to keep.   

A known deceiver he long time has been,  
To help Poor Mortals into dangerous Sin;  
Thereby to cut them off, that so they may,  
Be plunged in Hell, and there he made his Prey.   

So these Malicious Women at the last,  
Having done mischiefs, were by justice cast:  
For it appeared they Children had destroyed,  
Lamed cattle, and the Aged much annoyed.   

Having Familiars always at their beck,  
Their Wicked Rage on Mortals for to wreck:  
It being proved they used Wicked Charms,  
To Murder Men, and bring about sad harms.   

And that they had about their bodies strange  
And Proper Tokens of their Wicked Change:  
As Pledges that to have their cruel will,  
Their Souls they gave unto the Prince of Hell.   

The Country round where they did live came in,  
And all at once their sad complaints begin:  
One lost a Child, the other lost a Kine,  
This his brave Horses, that his hopeful Swine.   

One had his Wife bewitched, the other his Friend,  
Because in some things they the Witch offend:  
For which they labour under cruel pain,  
In vain seek remedy, but none can gain.   

But Roar in cruel sort, and loudly cry,  
Destroy the Witch, and end our misery:  
Some used Charms by Mountabanks set down,  
Those cheating Quacks, that swarm in every Town.   

But all's in vain, no rest at all they find,  
For why? all Witches to cruelty are inclined:  
And do delight to hear sad dying groans,  
And such laments, as would pierre Marble Stones.   

But now the Hand of Heaven has found them out,  
And they to justice must pay Lives, past doubt:  
One of these Wicked Wretches did confess,  
She Four Score Years of Age was, and no less.   

And that she had deserved long before,  
To be sent packing to the Stygian shore:  
For the great mischiefs she so oft had done,  
And wondered that her Life so long had run.   

She said the Devil came with her along,  
Through Crowds of People, and bid her be strong:  
And she no hand should have, but like a Liar,  
At the Prison Door he fled, and ne'er came nigh her.   

The rest aloud, craved Mercy for their Sins,  
Or else the great deceiver her Soul gains;  
For they had been lewd Livers many a day,  
And therefore did desire that all would Pray   

To God, to Pardon them, while thus they lie  
Condemned for their Wicked Deeds to Die:  
Which may each Christian do, that they may find  
Rest for their Souls, though Wicked once inclined.   
FINIS.