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Anabaptist.
After so long a night, of woe and sorrow
Behold a fair, and delicious morrow
After so many years, when we opprest
Were fin'd imprisoned, and could never rest
For the Beasts Image, the hated Bishops (now)
We openly, and without, dread avow
Our tenents, dipping maids, and wives each day
Their naturall concupicence to allay,
And although some we drown, those drowned so
Doe but by water unto heaven go,
And—
Brow.
Ile not beleeve the Church of England is:
A true Church, making my assurance this,
When Bishops and their government did stand
And Popery was used in the Land
By singing, cringing, worshipping of tables
Christning of bells, with many other Fables,
'Twas then an
Antichristian Church, and now
They seem those errors, for to disavow
Instead thereof the English Parlament,
Set up a worser, fiercer Government.
The spawn of Bishops, now must rule, I gather
The wandring issue, of a misled Father
For the Presbyterie, the wise can tel
We justly may with Bishops paralel,
From them their Power's deriv'd.
Anabaptist,
All hail to thee
Dear Brother of our NONCONFORMITIE;
Both thee and I, like Sampsons Foxes do
Burn up Gods vineyard, work the Church much wo,
Why then are we estranged each from other,
Let mee imbrace thee, in my arms my Brother.
Brownist.
Stay good, my friend, and know twixt thee & me
There is a very vast Antipathie,
I do not hold that Beasts from death shal rise
At the last day, nor yet in any wise
Can I beleeve, that ere the Damned shall
After some torments be released all,
And plac'd in heavenly joys, for so you hold.
Anabap.
Why then my Friend thou hast the worst on's told
By manifest , that they may proved bee,
Thou now recitedst, as an heresie,
And this assure thy self, who ere is not
Of our Society, shal have his lot
Amongst the Damned, evermore to dwel,
Wailing his error, in the lowest Hel.
Brownist.
Rashly concluded, thus each Sect doth say
He that treads not their paths, errs from the way.
After so long a night, of woe and sorrow
Behold a fair, and delicious morrow
After so many years, when we opprest
Were fin'd imprisoned, and could never rest
For the Beasts Image, the hated Bishops (now)
We openly, and without, dread avow
Our tenents, dipping maids, and wives each day
Their naturall concupicence to allay,
And although some we drown, those drowned so
Doe but by water unto heaven go,
And—
Brow.
Ile not beleeve the Church of England is:
A true Church, making my assurance this,
When Bishops and their government did stand
And Popery was used in the Land
By singing, cringing, worshipping of tables
Christning of bells, with many other Fables,
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They seem those errors, for to disavow
Instead thereof the English Parlament,
Set up a worser, fiercer Government.
The spawn of Bishops, now must rule, I gather
The wandring issue, of a misled Father
For the Presbyterie, the wise can tel
We justly may with Bishops paralel,
From them their Power's deriv'd.
Anabaptist,
All hail to thee
Dear Brother of our NONCONFORMITIE;
Both thee and I, like Sampsons Foxes do
Burn up Gods vineyard, work the Church much wo,
Why then are we estranged each from other,
Let mee imbrace thee, in my arms my Brother.
Brownist.
Stay good, my friend, and know twixt thee & me
There is a very vast Antipathie,
I do not hold that Beasts from death shal rise
At the last day, nor yet in any wise
Can I beleeve, that ere the Damned shall
After some torments be released all,
And plac'd in heavenly joys, for so you hold.
Anabap.
Why then my Friend thou hast the worst on's told
By manifest , that they may proved bee,
Thou now recitedst, as an heresie,
And this assure thy self, who ere is not
Of our Society, shal have his lot
Amongst the Damned, evermore to dwel,
Wailing his error, in the lowest Hel.
Brownist.
Rashly concluded, thus each Sect doth say
He that treads not their paths, errs from the way.
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