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In the wild countrey of the South, wherein the sunne beateth mightily upon the sandes, there liveth a people both ancient and wise, that feed upon divers creatures, such as the stranger would marvell at. For whereas our tables are garnished with bread, with fleshe, and with wine, their sustenance is found in the very bowels of the earth and in the flights of the aire. Chiefest among these meats is the Witchetty Grubbe, the fat larva of a moth, which hideth it selfe in the roote of the Acacia. With a staffe the women digge the grounde, and plucke forth this white worme of notable bignes. Some eat it raw, even then when it is taken from the roote, saying it hath the taste of almond or of the yolke of an egge. Others do cast it into the fire, so that the skinne is made crisp and the inside savoury, like unto the flesh of a bird well roasted. Thus doth the desert yeeld a dish both wholesome and strong. No lesse esteemed is the Honie Ant, whose belly is swolne with sweet licour, for shee serveth as a living vessel of nectar. The children plucke them gently from the earth, and at the biting of their bellies they finde a drinke more pleasant than the cuppe of grape. A small thing it is, yet of great delight.

There, on the other side, I did behold A Woman sitting sorrowfullie wailing, Rending her yeolow locks, like wyrie golde 10 About her shoulders careleslie downe trailing, And streames of teares from her faire eyes forth railing*: In her right hand a broken rod she held, Which towards heaven shee seemd on high to weld, [* Railing, flowing.]

Afterward shee sent a Gentleman aboord of vs, who declared that her Maiestie had good liking of our doings, and thanked vs for it, and also willed our Captaine to come the next day to the Court to take his leaue of her.

...but Eve [...] Stood to entertain her guest from Heav'n; no vaile Shee needed, Vertue-proof, no thought infirme Alter'd her cheek...

I'le take thy noble Work (and like the trade Where for a heap of Salt pure Gold is layd) I'le lay thy Volume, that Huge Tome of wit, About in Ladies Closets, where they sit Enthron'd in their own wills; and if she bee A Laick sister, shee'l straight flie to thee: But if a holy Habit shee have on, Or be some Novice, shee'l scarce looks upon Thy Lines at first; but watch Her then a while, And you shall see Her steale a gentle smile Upon thy Title, put thee neerer yet, Breath on thy Lines a whisper, and then set Her voyce up to the measures; then begin To blesse the houre, and happy state shee's in.

Lavater reporteth a historie of a parish priest in Germanie, that disguised himselfe with a white sheete about him, and at midnight came into the chamber of a rich woman that was in bed, and fashioning himself like a spirit, hee thought to put her in such feare, that shee would procure a conjuror or exorcist to talke with him, or else speake to him herselfe.