Unlike in that single respect, to my great master Dante,
(For Virgil went with him to help him), but like in all others,
Rush’d up into Paradise boldly, which angels themselves don’t,
Yea ev’n into Paradise rush’d I, through showers of flimsies,
All as good as the Bank, and for hailstones I found there were Sovereigns
Spick and span new; and anon was a body all glorified
Even all the great Host both of Church and State, Crosses, Grand Crosses,
Commanders, Companions, and Knights of all possible orders,
Commons and Peers, the souls of the sold, whom pensions made perfect,
Flocking on either hand, a multitudinous army,