LVII.

French.

Par grand discord la trombe tremblera, Accord rompu, dressant la teste au Ciel, Bouche sanglante dans le sang nagera, Au Sol la face ointe le loit & Miel.

English.

By great discord, the Trumpet shall sound, Agreement broken, lifting the head to Heaven, A bloody mouth shall swim in blood, The face turned to the Sun anointed with Milk and Honey.

ANNOT.

The words and sence are plain, and I cannot believe that there is any great mystery hidden under these words.