Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay, [5.B.]

Where dwelt of yore the Lusians' luckless queen;[bo] [54]

And Church and Court did mingle their array,

And Mass and revel were alternate seen;

Lordlings and freres—ill-sorted fry I ween!

But here the Babylonian Whore hath built

A dome, where flaunts she in such glorious sheen,

That men forget the blood which she hath spilt,

And bow the knee to Pomp that loves to varnish guilt.