"You Lordly Foes, you will rejoice
this news to hear and see.
Do so, go on; but we'll rejoice
much more the Truth to see.
For by our hands Truth is declared,
and nothing is kept back;
Our faithfulness much joy doth bring,
though victuals we may lack,
This trial may our God see good,
to try, not us, but you;
That your profession of the Truth
may prove either false or true."

And after another and much worse specimen of his poetry, which we will
spare our readers, he concludes as follows:

"And here I end, having put my Arm as far as my strength will go
to advance Righteousness. I have writ; I have acted; I have Peace.
And now I must wait to see the Spirit do His own work in the hearts
of others; and whether England shall be the first Land, or some
other, wherein Truth shall sit down in triumph.

"But, O England, England, would God thou didst know the things that
belong to thy peace before they be hid from thine eyes. The Spirit
of Righteousness hath striven with thee, and doth yet strive with
thee, and yet there is hope. Come in thou England, submit to
righteousness before the voice go out, my Spirit shall strive no
longer with flesh, and let not Covetousness make thee oppress the
poor....