I should be working on my Memo

But instead I'm reading Anglo-Saxon Metrical Charms.   Ah, after I post this I'll clean up some paragraphs. . .

In any event, I've always liked the end of 12th Charm Against Wens (or Cysts):

Clinge þu      alswa col on heorþe,
scring þu      alswa scerne awage,
and weorne      alswa weter on anbre.
Swa litel þu gewurþe      alswa linsetcorn,
and miccli lesse      alswa anes handwurmes hupeban,
and alswa litel þu gewurþe      þet þu nawiht gewurþe

Be consumed as coal on hearth,
disolve as muck in stream,
dry up like water from a pail,
shrink as small as a linseed grain,
and much smaller still, smaller than a handworm's hipbone,
and even so small that you become nothing.