But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.

Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.

So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.