Ben Jonson touches on this subect too (minus the monks, admittedly, but with added pins, and wings):
They said, you were possessed; fall down, and seem so:
I’ll help to make it good.
God bless the man!
Stop your wind hard, and swell: See, see, see, see!
He vomits crooked pins! his eyes are set,
Like a dead hare’s hung in a poulter’s shop!
His mouth’s running away! Do you see, signior?
Now it is in his belly!
CORVINO: Ay, the devil!
VOLPONE: Now in his throat.
CORVINO: Ay, I perceive it plain.
VOLPONE: ‘Twill out, ’twill out! stand clear.
See, where it flies,
In shape of a blue toad, with a bat’s wings!
Do you not see it, sir?
CORBACCIO: What? I think I do.
CORVINO: ‘Tis too manifest.
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