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Book 3.  With many a vain exploit, though then renowned: The builders next of Babel on the Plain Of Sennaar, and till with vain deigne New Babels, had they wherewithall, would build: Others came ingle; hee who to be deemd 470 A God, leap'd fondly into Ætna flames, Empedocles, and hee who to enjoy Plato’s Elyium, leap'd into the Sea, Cleombrotus, and many more too long, Embryo's and Idiots, Eremits, and Friers White, Black and Grey, with all thir trumperie. Here Pilgrims roam, that tray'd o farr to eek In Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heav’n; And they who to be ure of Paradie Dying put on the weeds of Dominic, 480 Or in Francican think to pas diguis'd; They pas the Planets even, and pas the fixt, And that Crytalline Sphear whoe ballance weighs The Trepidation talkt, and that firt mov'd; And now Saint Peter at Heav’ns Wicket eems To wait them with his Keys, and now at foot Of Heav’ns acent they lift their Feet, when loe A violent cros wind from either Coat Blows them tranvere ten thousand Leagues awry Into the devious Air; then might ye ee 490 Cowles, Hoods, and Habits with thir wearers, tot And flutterd into Raggs, then Reliques, Beads, Indulgences, Dipenes, Pardons, Bulls, The port of Winds: all thee, upwhirld aloft Fly o’re the backide of the World farr off Into a Limbo large and broad, ince calld The Paradie of Fools, to few unknown