Cave of Poverty, The - Part 38

This knew the Goddess, and with Pride elate,
Like bloated Toad, sat swelling in her Cave;
Pond'ring with pleas'd Malignity her State,
And how she might the Earth's whole Globe enslave:
And ever and anon her blood-shot Eyes
She throws, her willing Tenants to revise.
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