Against wens.

Wen, wen, little wen,
here you shall not build, nor have any habitation,
but you shall go north, hence to the neighbouring hill,
where you wretch have a brother.
He shall lay a leaf on your head:
Under the wolf's paw, under the eagle's feather,
under the eagle's claw, ever may you wither.
May you be consumed as coal upon the hearth,
may you shrink as dung upon a wall,
and may you dry up as water in a pail.
May you become as small as a linseed grain,
and much smaller than the hipbone of an itchmite,
and may you become so small that you become nothing.