They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet wanting to the body of Truth.

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.

Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.

Fear of change perplexes monarchs.

But infinite in pardon is my Judge.

Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, Russet lawns and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.