Truly, I have the pretty worm of Nilus here;
but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or never recover. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday, a very honest woman—but something given to lie, as a woman should not do but in the way of honesty—how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt. Truly, she makes a very good report o’ th’ worm; but he that will believe all that they say, shall never be sav’d by half that they do. But this is most falliable, the worm’s an odd worm.