Thou hast stolen my magic, and now try to plague me with it! Vile beldam! May thy tongue be glued to thy palate!, thy spells turn to ash in thy mouth, and may thy name be swallowed by the peat! Hark, thou false, hag-ridden scoundrel! Thou hast herried my home and stolen my pages. Thine own hex shall catch thee and mayst thou hang on a gallows in Paris before thr sun sets! By book, bell and candle, I curse; thee! As thou hast taken, so shall it be taken from thee. May thy skin burn, thy blood freeze, and thy life be a ceaseless agony until thou returnest my goods! Thou wretched thief, that durst my grimoire take! May the holy five wounds of Christ turn this book to a serpent in thy hand to rend thee! May thy members be blasted with palsy, and may bookworms gnaw thy entrails in token of the worm that dieth not!
