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In thy third page, thy Mouth thou open'st wide,
To Rail at Fox, his Preachers and his Pride.
Thy Railing's slighted, and laid under foot,
And for the rest, I'll say but this unto't;
George Fox is, of the Truth, a faithful Teacher,
And hath been from the first: but has no Preacher
That he calls his. They that by thee are meant,
Are Preachers that, as he, by Christ are sent.
I dare thee but one Preacher to impeach,
That was by him commissioned to preach.
And as for Pride, hadst thou been half so humble,
Thou hadst not climb'd so high, to take this tumble.
To Rail at Fox, his Preachers and his Pride.
Thy Railing's slighted, and laid under foot,
And for the rest, I'll say but this unto't;
George Fox is, of the Truth, a faithful Teacher,
And hath been from the first: but has no Preacher
That he calls his. They that by thee are meant,
Are Preachers that, as he, by Christ are sent.
I dare thee but one Preacher to impeach,
That was by him commissioned to preach.
And as for Pride, hadst thou been half so humble,
Thou hadst not climb'd so high, to take this tumble.
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