Ev'n from the depths of Hell the Damn'd advance, / Th' Infernal Manſions nodding ſeem to dance; / The gaping three-mouth'd Dog forgets to ſnarl, / The Furies harken, and their Snakes uncurl.

Warning: High cube

The fourth of Tullies Rhetorickes, where he speaketh of a bragging Rhodomonte.

That reporter is a bit of a woo woo.