The great and dreadful God hath taken much pains to reduce the Inhabitants of London, and indeed all the Nation to the Obedience of his Son. He hath been pleading with poor England of late in such a manner, as is scarce to be paralleled in fore-going Ages- he hath left the print of his Fingers behind him, and written divine displeasure in Black Letters. The Righteous Judge began his Circuit in London, and in that one City, above one Hundred Thousand received the Sentence of Death from his Just Tribunal. That was not quite Removed before another Amazing Judgment was sent to succeed it. The Voice of the Lord was not heard, the Language of the Plague was not understood- wherefore the dreadful Jehovah spoke Louder, and Louder, as he did once from Mount Sinai, in Fire, Flame, and Smoak- he rode upon the Wings of the Wind, he rode in a Chariot of Flaming Fire, whilst the Bells did Ring their own Knells, as they were Tumbling- and it's to be feared, were more melted at the Anger of the Mighty God, than Thousands of Hard hearted Men and Women were.