A mighty garde of fire wth two edged swords flaming (which haue Viols 8 of Wrath for two tymes and a half: whose wings are of wormwood and of the marrow of salt,) haue stled their feete in the West and are measured with their Ministers 9996. These gather vp the moss of the earth as the rich man doth his threasor: cursed ar they whose iniquities they are in their eyes are milstones greater then the earth, and from their mowthes rune seas of blud: their heds are covered with diamond, and vppon their heds are marble sleus (Upon their hands are marble sleeves). Happie is he on whome they frown not. For why? The God of righteousnes reioyseth in them! Come away, and not your Viols, for the tyme is such as requireth cumfort.