SATAN a council conven’d, t’other day,
To learn which of the towns him most did obey:
Many they nam’d, but all did agree,
For wickedness none beat that of Portsea.
Satan swore, then, by the fam’d Stygian lake,
(And hell with the oath to its centre did shake,)
That on earth he would go, to prosper their race,
And hence would make Portsea his chief dwelling-place:
The Furies all howl’d forth their strong approbation,
And Portsea all hail as to hell a relation.
(Elizabeth Beverley)
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