There was a poor fellow during my remainder there that, for a
new trick that he had invented of killing cimexes and scorpions,
had his mountebank banner hung up on a high pillar, with an inscription
about it longer than the King of Spain’s style. I thought these cimexes,
like the Cimbrians, had been some strange nation he had brought under,
and they were no more but things like lice, which alive have the most
venomous sting that may be, and being dead do stink out of measure.
Saint Austin compareth heretics unto them.