My Tongue forgets her Faculty of Speech,
So horrible he seems; his faded Brow
Entrench’d with many a Frown, and conic Beard,
And ſpreading Band admir’d by Modern Saint
Diſaſtrous acts forebode; in his Right hand
Long Scrolls of Paper ſolemnly he waves,
With Characters and Figures dire inſcribed
Grievous to mortal Eye, (ye Gods avert
Such plagues from righteous men) behind him ſtalks
Another Monſter, not unlike himſelf,