The Infection of Time

"Oh, it grieves my soul that I must draw this metal from my side to be a widow-maker," writes Sosbury. "Such is the infection of the time, that for the health and physics of our right, we cannot deal but with the very hand of stern, injustice, and confused wrong", he adds. 'I am not glad that such a sore of time should seek a plaster by contempt'd revolt,' she concludes.