"Paul's Walk," he writes, "is the land's epitome, or you may call it the lesser isle of Great Britain.

It is more than this--it is the whole world's map, which you may here discern in its perfectest motion, jostling and turning.

It is a heap of stones and men, with a vast confusion of languages; and were the steeple not sanctified, nothing could be liker Babel.

The noise in it is like that of bees, a strange humming, or buzzing, mixed of walking, tongues, and feet: it is a kind of still roar, or loud whisper.
It is the great exchange of all discourse, and no business whatsoever, but is here stirring and afoot.

It is the synod of all parts politic, jointed and laid together in most serious posture, and they are not half so busy at the Parliament.