'Lest after this life it should prove my sad story

That my soul must needs go to the Pope's Purgatory, Many prayers have I sighed, May T. P. * * * * be my guide, For so often he'll halt, and so lead me about, That e'er we get there, thro' earth, sea, or air, The last Day will have come, and the Fires have burnt out.

'JOB JUNIOR. 'circumbendiborum patientissimus.'