• Then might ye see
    Cowls, hoods, and habits with their wearers tost
    And flutter'd into rags; then reliques, beads,
    Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls,
    The sport of winds; all these upwhirl'd aloft
    Fly to the rearward of the world far off
    Into a limbo large and broad, since called
    The paradise of fools.

    John Milton, “Paradise Lost: Book 03”