Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?

And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

God is decreeing to begin some newand great period in his Church, even to the reforming of Reformation itself. What does he then but reveal Himself to his servants, and as his manner is, first to his Englishmen?