VII.

Let's skip a few short years of hollow peace, Which peopled earth no better, Hell as wont, And Heaven none--they form the tyrant's lease, With nothing but new names subscribed upon't; 'Twill one day finish: meantime they increase,[gg] "With seven heads and ten horns," and all in front, Like Saint John's foretold beast; but ours are born Less formidable in the head than horn.[gh]