To the City of London, Freedom and Peace desired.

Thou City of London, I am one of thy sons by freedom, and I do truly love thy peace; while I had an estate in thee, I was free to offer my mite into thy public treasury, Guildhall, for a preservation to thee and the whole land; but by thy cheating sons in the thieving art of buying and selling, and by the burdens of and for the soldiery in the beginning of the war, I was beaten out both of estate and trade, and forced to accept of the good will of friends crediting of me, to live a country life; and there likewise by the burden of taxes and much free-quarter, my weak back found the burden heavier than I could bear. Yet in all the passages of these eight years' troubles I have been willing to lay out what my talent was, to procure England's peace inward and outward, and yet all along I have found such as in words have professed the same cause to be enemies to me.