Sept: 9: In a breviat of Archbishop. Laudes life I find how the strings of his leg break without any stepping awry. Lord how many sad wrenches have I had in my walking, and yet you / have preserved me, let thy gracious protection be still over me for good.
This day I heard the doleful news of the E. of Essex his loss in the West, all his ordinance and ammunition being a prey to the enemy, it was a sad providence, and speaks our sins aloud and gods continuing his displeasure in lengthening the war, yet oh my heart be encouraged in the Lord he is the same still, and the time of the enemies ruin is not one hour the(e) further off for this their success, no it may be their blasphemies shall hasten their ruin as it did Rabshakehs and his Masters. Lord work for thy own glorious name sake and let it not become a reproach to them that fear thee not.