Let's skip a few short years of hollow peace,

Which peopled earth no better, Hell as wont,

And Heaven none—they form the tyrant's lease,

With nothing but new names subscribed upon't;

'Twill one day finish: meantime they increase,[gg]

"With seven heads and ten horns," and all in front,

Like Saint John's foretold beast; but ours are born

Less formidable in the head than horn.[gh]