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 Her Eyes in Streams of livid Lightning glow, Distraction sits malignant on her Brow. , said she (and as the Fury spoke The trembling Windows jarr'd, the Houses shook) Have my resistless Fires these Hundred Years Inflam'd the Carmelites, the Cordeliers? Did not the Celestines my Fury feel, Cou'd great St. Austin's Order me repell? Have I involv'd in Feuds the Ministry? Have I made Convocns disagree? And shall this Church alone rebellious dare Cherish eternal Peace, when I bid War? And am I Discord? Then may Tumult cease, If I've no Power to blast her boasted Peace: To hated Quiet let Mankind return, Nor on my sacred Altars Incense burn. This Errata