Prophecies of Robert Nixon, Mother Shipton, and Martha, the GypsyAnonymous
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Prophecies of Robert Nixon, Mother Shipton, and Martha, the Gypsy
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Prophecies
In course of time was born, Mother Shipton, which proved the conclusion
of her miserable life. But her entry into the world was such a terror to
all that beheld her, that several credible person then presented, have
several times confessed that they have never beheld the like: such
strange and horrible noises, that the persons about her could scarcely
find so much courage in themselves as to continue in the place where she
was; much less when they beheld the strange and unparalleled physiognomy
of the child, which was so misshapen, that it is altogether impossible to
express it fully in words, or the most ingenious to describe her in
colours, though many persons of eminent qualifications in that art have
often attempted it, but without success; therefore, according to the best
observations of her, take this true, though not full, account of her
features and body. She was of an indifferent height, but very morose and
big-boned; her head very long, with very great goggling, but sharp and
fiery eyes; her nose of an incredible and unproportionable length, having
in it many crooks and turnings, adorned with many strange pimples of
divers colours, as red and blue mixed, which, like vapours of brimstone,
gave such a lustre to the affrighted spectators in the dead time of the
night, that one of them confessed several times, that her nurse needed no
other light to assist her in the performance of her duty: her cheeks were
of a black swarthy complexion, much like a mixture of the black yellow
jaundice, wrinkled, shrivelled and very hollow; insomuch that as the ribs
of her body, so the impression of her teeth was easily to be discerned
though both sides of her face, answering one side to the other, like the
notches in a valley, excepting only two of them, which stood quite out of
her mouth, in imitation of the tusks of a wild boar, or tooth of an
elephant, a thing so strange in an infant, that no age can parallel: her
chin was of the same complexion as her face, turning up her mouth; and
shrieks being heard from an unknown cause, as if there had been more than
an ordinary correspondence between her teeth and it. Her neck was so
strangely distorted, that her right shoulder was forced to be a supporter
to her hood, it being propped up by her chin, so that the right side of
her body stood lower than her left, like the reeling of a ship that sails
with a side wind; again, her left side was quite turned the contrary way,
as if her body had been screwed together piece after piece, and not
rightly placed; her left shoulder hanging just perpendicular to the
bottom of the back. Her legs were very crooked and misshapen; the toes
of her feet looking towards her left side, so that it was very hard for
any person (could she have stood up) to guess which road she intended to
steer her course, because she never could look that way she resolved to
go.
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