Such tunges unhappy hath made great diviſion In realmes, in cities, by ſuche fals abuſion; Of fals fickil tunges ſuche cloked colluſion Hath brought nobil princes to extreme confuſion.

The Gods, with horror and amaze, look’d down, Beholding rocks from their firm basis rent; Mountain on mountain thrown, With threatening hurl, that shook th’ aethereal [var.: aerial] firmament!

On all estates, the boiling goes on night and day, except sunday. But well-handed estates have three spells, and intermissions accordingly.

A few select spirits had separated from the crowd, and formed a fit audience round a far greater teacher.