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No wonder he wounds a friend. He who knows not God
And cares ot for his conscience let him fear comes from hell!

I know 'tis a great sin, I know that witchcraft is damnable
But my grief has no measure – So let it be! ()
Testily art thou come back. Thou must obey me
Had Pour millet in the pan & hold it over the glowing coals
And in the other hand a fan () and make the fire burn stronger
And utter these words: "Ever as the millet in this pan cracks
Let the my husband master seek my lady" – Bring home my husband
Thou mighty draft – bring him home – for my grief has no measure
()

He burns my heart – I burn on his head
These dry leaves of the blister-tree Cantharides tree
As the leaves burn & leave only their embers
So may his heart burn in his bosom.
Bring home, my husband Sir

I melt this wax over the fire – as the wax melts, – as
the earth soften when showers drop – Let a sweat come
over him & dissolve him, for a good husband should
not scorn his wife.

Identifier: | JB/110/105/002 "JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.
Date_1		Marginal Summary Numbering
Box	110	Main Headings
Folio number	105	Info in main headings field
Image	002	Titles	[[titles::[…?] / the wife]]
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	2
Recto/Verso	recto	Page Numbering	f103 /
Penner		Watermarks	<…> coles
Marginals		Paper Producer	jeremy bentham; walter coulson
Corrections		Paper Produced in Year
Notes public		ID Number	36095
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