A very sober discreet person, of
virtuous life and conversation, was beyond measure desirous to see
something in this nature. He went with a friend into my Hurst Wood: the
Queen of Fairies was invocated, a gentle murmuring wind came first;
after that, amongst the hedges, a smart whirlwind; by and by a strong
blast of wind blew upon the face of the friend,--and the Queen appearing
in a most illustrious glory, 'No more, I beseech you,' (quoth the
friend:) 'My heart fails; I am not able to endure longer.' Nor was he:
his black curling hair rose up, and I believe a bullrush would have beat
him to the ground: he was soundly laughed at, &c.
Sir Robert Holborn, Knight, brought once unto me Gladwell[18] of
Suffolk, who had formerly had sight and conference with Uriel and
Raphael, but lost them both by carelessness; so that neither of them
both would but rarely appear, and then presently be gone, resolving
nothing. He would have given me two hundred pounds to have assisted him
for their recovery, but I am no such man.--Those glorious creatures, if
well commanded, and well observed, do teach the master any thing he
desires; _Amant secreta, fugiunt aperta_.
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