Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.
O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!
The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.