He whose element is flame.
Writhing in and out among them,
Snakes and demons bit and stung them,
Never ceased, the victims, therefore,
Ne’er from anguish could be free,
In their midst a seat most splendid,
Seem’d for some great Prince intended,
Asked the Prelate—“What’s that chair for?”
Quoth St. Philip—“’tis for thee.”
Then the Cardinal, in terror,