Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.
All hell broke loose.
Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
Time is the subtle thief of youth.
At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.