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Wynne, Ellis, 1671-1734

"The Visions of the Sleeping Bard"

But now, since your
majesty hath returned from hell, I lay the matter for your decision."
"Stay, we've not done with you yet," cried Pope Julius, and madly they
engage once more, tooth and nail, until the strokes clashed like
earthquakes; the three armies of the damned tore each other piecemeal,
and like snakes became whole again, and spread far and wide over the
jagged, burning crags, until Lucifer bade his veterans, the giants of
Hell, separate them, which indeed was no easy task.
When the conflict ceased, Pope Clement spake--"Thou Emperor of Horrors,
no throne has ever performed more faithful and universal service to the
infernal crown than have the bishops of Rome, throughout a large portion
of the world, for eleven centuries, and I hope you will allow none to vie
with them for your favor." "Well," said a Scotch-man of Cromwell's gang,
"however great has been the service of the Koran for these eight hundred
years, and of popish superstitions for a longer period, yet the Covenant
has done far more since its appearance, and everyone begins to doubt the
others and be weary of them, but we are still increasing, the wide world
over, and have much power in the island of your foes, that is, in Britain
and in London, the happiest city under the sun.


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