He came down from Highgate thro' Hackney & Holloway towards London
Till he came to old Stratford, & thence to Stepney & the Isle
Of Leutha's Dogs, thence thro' the narrows of the River's side
And saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running down
The kennels of the streets & lanes as if they were abhorr'd...
And thus he spoke, looking on Albion's City with many tears:
'What shall I do? what could I do, if I could find these Criminals?
I could not dare to take vengeance...
Oh Albion, if thou takest vengeance, if thou revengest thy wrongs
Thou art for ever lost!
So spoke Los, travelling thro' darkness & solitude
And he beheld Jerusalem in Westminster & Marybone
Among the ruins of the Temple.