The Lord is tender of me, and merciful to me. Though, indeed, I have felt much weakness both inwardly and outwardly, yet my strength doth not forsake me; but the mercies of the Lord are renewed to me, 'morning by morning.' I could almost sing to his glorious name, seeing (in the pure, powerful, overcoming life) the death of all that troubles Israel. O the gates of hell, ye shall not prevail against the least lamb of my Father's preserving, glory be to his mercy, to his love, to his power, to his wisdom, to his goodness, for evermore!
[From Aylesbury Jail, according to Bevan, who dates it about 3rd month, 1666]