'A Countryman came to see an astrologer about a stolen purse, and found the doorstep befouled by human shit. Down came the profound Ass-trologer . . . who opening the door and seeing it in that shitten state, began to execrate and curse those beastly Knaves that did it; vowing if he did not know who did him that nasty trick, he would make them Examples to all such Roagues so long as they liv'd; Nay, quote the Countryman, if he cannot tell who beshit his door, he can as well be hanged as tell me who had my Purse, and so went his way'
- Lillyes Lamentataion, 1652.
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