With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.

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

And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

The power of Kings and Magistrates is nothing else, but what is only derivative, transferrd and committed to them in trust from the People, to the Common good of them all, in whom the power yet remaines fundamentally, and cannot be takn from them, without a violation of thir natural birthright.