Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.
Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.