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.