'Twas once--methinks year one of our blessed Lord,--Drunk without wine, the Sybil thus deplored:--"How ill things go! Decline! Decline! Ne'er sank the world so low! Rome now hath turned harlot and harlot-stew, Rome's Caesar a beast, and God--hath turned Jew!
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