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<P>A FUNERAL SERMON Thundred forth by JOHN FEAK In his Private Congregation, FOR The Lo&s;s of their Dearly beloved CHAMPION, Maj. Gen. Hari&s;on</P>
<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed for <HI>I.P.</HI> in the year 1660.</P>
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<Q><BIBL>The Honorable Hi&s;tory of the Seven Champions of Chri&s;tendom, CHAP. 15. VER. 20.</BIBL> Thou &s;peake&s;t in vain, reply'd <HI>St. George,</HI> not all the Trea&s;ures hidden in the deepe&s;t Seas, nor all the gol|den Mines of rich <HI>America,</HI> &s;hall redeem thy life.</Q>
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<P>'TIs very true, my Beloved; for when a man mu&s;t die, who the devil can help it. <HI>Almidor</HI> King of <HI>Morocco</HI> being to die, would have given St. <HI>George</HI> more than our decea&s;ed <HI>Champion</HI> was worth to have &s;av'd his life, yet, quoth he, <HI>thou &s;peake&s;t in vain.</HI> Then an&s;wered the <HI>Morocco</HI> Emperor, Why do I &s;peak in vain? &s;pare but my life and I will give thee yearly ten runs of tryed gold. B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">t St. <HI>George</HI> reply'd, <HI>Thou &s;peake&s;t in vain.</HI> Nay further, quoth the Empe|ror, I will give thee five hundred Webs of woven Silk, a hundred Ships of Spices and refined Sugar, and a hundred waggons laden with Pearls and Ja&s;per-&s;tones. <HI>Sabra,</HI> who was a woman that loved new Gowns, Cau|dles, and Jewels, hearing that, fell at her husbands feet, and fain &s;he would have begged his life but nei|ther her intreaty, nor the tears of the poor Emperor could prevail, <HI>Thou &s;peake&s;t in vain,</HI> quoth St. <HI>George, not all the Trea&s;ures hidden in the deepe&s;t Seas, nor all the golden Mines of</HI> America, <HI>&s;hall redeem thy life.</HI>
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Beloved, I think this Text is as pat to our purpo&s;e as a <HI>Cows thumb;</HI> if you don't like it, you may go &s;eek a better where you can finde it. For fir&s;t, it is a dogged &s;urly Text: and &s;econdly, it is a vain-glorious, proud, imperious. Text; and therefore be not angry that I am &s;o <HI>te&s;ty,</HI> for we are now to preach &s;urlily and dog|gedly, according to the natu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">e of the per&s;on whom we are to &s;peak of. Nor &s;hall we call ye <HI>Brethren</HI> any more, as in preachments of a milder nature, but <HI>piti|ful fellows,</HI> &s;uch as he would have made ye, had he had but life and power together. And if ye don't like the tearm, ye may get you out of the Church. Fir&s;t then <HI>ye pitiful Ra&s;cals,</HI> let us con&s;ider the words. But &s;tay: was he ever wont to con&s;ider when he liv'd? No: Then why &s;hould we con&s;ider the words? I won't con|&s;ider the words. Why ye <HI>pitiful Ra&s;cals,</HI> will you make me? &mdash; ye &s;hall be hang'd fir&s;t&mdash; I come here to make a Funeral Sermon. &mdash; I come not here to con&s;ider the words.<NOTE PLACE="marg">Here one interrupts him in the Pulpit.</NOTE> &mdash; Then pray good friend let ye the words alone.&mdash;Sirrah, now I will con&s;ider the words. &mdash; Yes that I will in &s;pite of your teeth.&mdash; Let me &s;ee, what's the fir&s;t word? <HI>Thou.</HI> I marry &s;ir, there's a bold word indeed. He does not come &s;neak|ing, and cry <HI>You,</HI> or <HI>Your Wor&s;hip,</HI> or <HI>Your Lord&s;hip,</HI> or <HI>Your Highne&s;s,</HI> or <HI>Your Maje&s;ty,</HI> but down-right <HI>Thou,</HI> to &s;hew him he was none of his fellows that he &s;pake to. He was not afraid to <HI>thou</HI> him to his face; I like a fellow that &s;peakes with <HI>mettal.</HI> For ought I know it was too good for him: nay now I think on't, it was too good for him.&mdash; How do I know?&mdash; Why I do know, and I will know, and I wonder who &s;hould know but I? Why, who did St. <HI>George</HI> &s;peak to?
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Why, he &s;poke to a King, what if he did? Our de|cea&s;ed Champion has &s;poke to a King before now. Speak to the King! why he thought him&s;elf as good a man as the King could do for his ears. He&mdash;he card no more for the King, than I care for a &s;traw: He was one of his Judges mun, one of tho&s;e that con|demned him; then give me leave to tell ye: give me leave do I &s;ay? nay Ile take leave to tell ye, that a Judge is a better man than a pri&s;oner at any time.</P>
<P><HI>Thou &s;peake&s;t:</HI> This is not a word to my minde; 'tis too meek, 'tis not &s;turdy enough, ye rogues you, it &s;hould be <HI>thou prate&s;t,</HI> and I'le lay my l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">fe now 'tis &s;o in the Original; Pox take him for a Puppy, why could not he tran&s;late it as it &s;hould be? Rogue&mdash;an I had him here, I'de make him tran&s;late it as I would have it&mdash;Why, 'tis as it &s;hould be&mdash;Ye lye,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Another in|terruption</NOTE> 'tis not as it &s;hould be&mdash;What do I do? Pervert the Text do you &s;ay? What's that to you; Sirrah? I'le pervert it, and pervert it, and pervert it again; yes and I'le pervert a hundred Texts more if I have a minde to it. Ye Rogue you, I'de have to know that I am not a|fraid to pervert a Text. Am I bound to follow the Text? No; let the text follow me and 'twill. Well then, let it be <HI>thou prate&s;t</HI>&mdash; let it be!&mdash;I &s;ay it &s;hall be &s;o&mdash;The fellow&mdash;You'l &s;ay he was an Em|peror,&mdash;&s;hit o the Emperor&mdash;The fellow I &s;ay, was &s;aucy&mdash;Whats the matter?&mdash;Why, he would have begged his life of one that would not give it him, and therefore he was an&s;wered in his own coyn. Why if a Cavaleer &s;hould come to begg his life of me, are you &s;uch Fools and Puppies to think I'de give it him? No I warrant ye&mdash;Yet I would not &s;ay to him as
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if I were afraid of him. <HI>Thou &s;peake&s;t in vain</HI>&mdash;but <HI>Sirrah, thou prate&s;t in vain:</HI> and &s;o drive on to the next. <HI>Thou prate&s;t in vain.</HI> That is, thou talke&s;t like a Fool, an A&s;s, and a Cox-comb, of who&s;e words there is no more notice to be taken, then of the barking of a Beggars <HI>Cur</HI> Here now mu&s;t I wedge in a little &s;peech concerning Forgivene&s;s.<NOTE PLACE="marg">He &s;pies &s;ome body &s;leeping</NOTE> Ye Rogues you, I command ye to give attention&mdash;You friend, d'ye hear there! what cant you hold open your eyes? I had thought I had bawld loud enough to keep ye waking, good folkes&mdash;but &s;ome will give the devil opportunities in &s;pite of a mans heart&mdash;take heed, take heed&mdash;when your &s;oul is gon a wooll gathering, the devil he comes and takes po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion&mdash;But as concerning forgive|ne&s;s; I'le tell ye, 'tis the ba&s;e&s;t quality in the world&mdash; tis a &s;igne of <HI>Good nature,</HI> and whats <HI>Good-nature,</HI> but folly, and &s;implicity? Look ye now, I have given you a rea&s;on for what I &s;ay, 'tis more then I need to do, I tell ye, I do u&s;e to give rea&s;ons for every thing I &s;ay: Then I tell ye again that Forgivene&s;s is an ill quality, a ba&s;e quality, a vile quality, never u&s;e it, never practi&s;e it, y' are damnd if ye do, the devil, the devil will cer|tainly have ye if ye let it enter into your bre&s;ts&mdash;Now ye Rogues, you'd have a rea&s;on for this, would ye?&mdash; Yes when y' are hang'd, ye &s;hall have new doublets&mdash; Rea&s;on quether! what would you do with rea&s;on? Stop Gli&s;ter-pipes? What quirks the devil puts into folkes heads? Do's the devil give ye any rea&s;on, I wonder? And yet you can believe the devil, and wont believe me. But I care not for that, I &s;ay forgivene&s;s is a ba&s;e quality, and I'le ju&s;tifi't, and I believe if the the truth were known the devil is of my minde too, if
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he be not, he is a Ninny-hammer, and a Woodcock&mdash; But we mu&s;t forgive our brother &s;even times&mdash; I con|fe&s;s a brother is a neer relation, but I am &s;o far from forgiving any body, that rather then I would forgive my brother &s;even times, I'de go &s;even mile to &s;ee him hang'd. Thus much by the by. <HI>Thou &s;peake&s;t in vain, replyed St.</HI> George.</P>
<P>I make no que&s;tion but you have all a very great de|&s;ire to know who St. <HI>George</HI> is: But &s;uppo&s;e I han't a minde to tell ye If I thought you did not take it for a <HI>Curte&s;ie,</HI> I'de not tell ye, though it were to &s;ave your Souls. However, if I do, 'tis more my goodne&s;s then your de&s;erts. Why this St. <HI>George</HI> was the like&s;t man to our decea&s;ed Champion that ever was in the world. He was the &s;on of a woman, and &s;o was our Champi|on: but he was not the daughter of a woman, no more was our Champion. He had a left arm and a right arm, and &s;o had our Champion: He killed a Dragon, and &s;o did not our <HI>Champion; S. George</HI> he was for <HI>England,</HI> and our Champion he was for the <HI>Fifth Monarchy.</HI> St. <HI>George</HI> was mighty furious, and &s;o was our Champion. St. <HI>George</HI> went from <HI>Coventry</HI> to <HI>Dun&s;more,</HI> and our Champion went from <HI>London</HI> to <HI>Warrington-Bridge;</HI> That journey broke St. <HI>Georges</HI> heart; and this journey broke our Champions heart: Judge you now how like they are. I hope ye are &s;a|tisfied, if ye are not I can't help it; I am not to &s;tay here all day to give you &s;atisfaction. But why Saint <HI>George,</HI> and not Sir <HI>George?</HI> as if <HI>Saint</HI> were a better Title than <HI>Sir.</HI> But I &s;ay, No: for every man may be a <HI>Saint</HI> that will, but every man cannot be a <HI>Sir,</HI> un|le&s;s it be conferr'd upon him for &s;ome noble act. Is a
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Knight then a better man then the King? Yes marry is he &mdash;How do I prove that? &mdash; Thus: if the Knight trye the King, then the Knight is a better man then the King; but the Knight did trye the King, Therefore &mdash; but that was again&s;t Law, you'l &s;ay &mdash; You Rogues I know the time when ye dur&s;t as well have bin Hang'd as have &s;aid &s;o&mdash;But what if it were again&s;t Law. What then? All men know, the Law's aboli&s;h't.&mdash; But 'tis again&s;t the <HI>Go&s;pel</HI> then &mdash; 'tis not, &mdash; but &s;uppo&s;e it were &s;o: What's the Go&s;pel to us? I have preached again&s;t it a hundred times. The Go&s;pel! why if a man be re&s;olved, it &s;ignifies no more than the Story of <HI>Tom Thumb.</HI> Does it not, y'ould &s;ay? No ye Rogues, that it don't. &mdash; How dare you con|tradict me? Was I ever in Orders? Did ye ever &s;ee me preach with a Gown on? Did I ever keep clo&s;e to my Text? Then I &s;ay again, How dare you gain|&s;ay me? Dont let me thunder among ye, dont let me throw fire and brim&s;tone among ye; for if ye do, Ile make you &s;moke yfaith: Nay Ile begin even now while I think on't.</P>
<P>For the fifth Vial is poured out, and a tempe&s;t, a furious tempe&s;t, and a tempe&s;t of fury i&s;&s;ues from the Ea&s;t, with a great &s;moke, and a Thunder-clap of wrath and indignation upon all Nations, and the ter|rible things that are to come &s;hall make the Children quake, the Nur&s;es tremble, Big-bellyed women &s;hall groan at their Delivery; for the Sun &s;hall &s;hine by day, and the Moon &s;hall &s;hine by night, the Earth &s;hall &s;tand &s;till, and the Waves of the Sea &s;hall roar, then the wicked &s;hall fall into the pit, but cur&s;ed is he that goeth with a Pitch-fork in one hand, and a pair
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of Bellows in the other, thinking to pick up the glea|nings of Ephraim where they are not to be found.&mdash; Bounce, &mdash; bounce, &mdash; bounce, &mdash; there are three Amalekites &s;lain. &mdash; Bounce, &mdash; bounce, &mdash; bounce, &mdash; there are &s;ix Amalekites &s;lain. &mdash; So &s;hall all the Amalekites be &s;lain. Cucumbers &s;hall not grow in <HI>Egypt,</HI> nor Musk-melons in the Valley of <HI>Jeho&s;aphat:</HI> then all things &s;hall be as it was in the be|ginning. There you Rogues you, there is an <HI>Excur|&s;ion</HI> for you. Now let us &s;ee what's next.</P>
<P><HI>Not all the Trea&s;ures hidden in the deepe&s;t Seas, nor all the golden Mines of rich</HI> America, <HI>&s;hall redeem thy life.</HI> I, did St. <HI>George</HI> &s;ay &s;o? 'twas re&s;olutely &s;po|ken upon my &s;oul: but it was &s;poke more like a Sol|dier than a <HI>Politician;</HI> and that was our decea&s;ed Champions fault: the devil take him for me, he has <HI>&s;oldier'd</HI> him&s;elf out of this world by his foppery. For my part, if the fellow would have given me half &s;o much, I would have &s;av'd his life. But <HI>Almidor</HI> was a dull, thick-pated fellow, and under&s;tood not how St. <HI>George</HI> mi&s;-under&s;tood his promi&s;e: for mark how the words run, <HI>Not all the trea&s;ures hidden in the &s;ea.</HI> What a devil &s;hould a man do with all the trea&s;ures hidden in the &s;ea? but if <HI>Almidor</HI> would have taken 'um out of the &s;ea, and given 'um to St. <HI>George,</HI> and St. <HI>George</HI> had then refu&s;ed to &s;ave his life, he had been the greate&s;t fool in the world. But perhaps the times were not &s;o hard as now. &mdash; I dont know that, nor I dont much minde it. Let the times be hard or &s;oft, he ought not to refu&s;e &s;uch a proffer as that was, e&s;pecially being a Saint; I am &s;ure it has not been the practi&s;e of the Saints in my time. And for my part, I
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believe we have as good Saints now, as any they had then: And &s;o <HI>Expo&s;ition</HI> farewel and be hang'd, that's twice god-buy.</P>
<P>Being thus quit of our Expo&s;ition, let us unca&s;e our Doctrine, which I perceive by the &s;tory will be a very long one, even as long as the Maggot that was in our Champions head.</P>
<P><HI>That if a man have an enemy, and that enemy lye at his mercy, then it is the duty of that man to kill that enemy, though he would give never &s;o much to &s;ave his life.</HI></P>
<P>This Doctrine, yee Rogues, is very true, Ile &s;wear it to be a truth. Old <HI>Fiery face</HI> that dyed with a <HI>hor&s;|pocks</HI> was of this opinion, and left it behinde him as his <HI>Ba&s;ilicon Doron</HI> to his &s;on, but the Puppy had not the wit to practi&s;e it. Why if the King could, and would have given that old <HI>Hypocrite</HI> a Man&s;ion in heaven, it would not have &s;aved his life; and I have have heard our decea&s;ed Champion &s;ay, That before his Son &s;hould have dominion over him, he would <HI>roll to his grave in blood. Hector</HI> of <HI>Troy</HI> in his life of <HI>Judith</HI> and <HI>Holophernes,</HI> &s;ays, That a man ought to &s;eek all opportunities to murther his enemies; <HI>For,</HI> &s;aith he, <HI>when thou ha&s;t done a man a mi&s;chief, be &s;ure thou never let it be in his power to do thee another. Attila</HI> King of the <HI>Vandals,</HI> &s;wears a great Oath in his Comment upon <HI>Bell</HI> and the <HI>Dragon,</HI> that he took as much delight in <HI>killing</HI> and <HI>&s;laying</HI> his enemies, as <HI>Richard Cromwel</HI> took in <HI>hawking</HI> and <HI>hunting Ta|merlane</HI> in his Treati&s;e of <HI>Repentance,</HI> &s;aith, That he never repented of any thing, but that he did not kill <HI>Bajazett</HI> pre&s;ently after he had taken him; <HI>For,</HI> &s;aith
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he, <HI>&s;uppo&s;e the Forces of</HI> Bajazett <HI>had beaten me, and he had got loo&s;e, then might he have carried me in a Cage, as I have carried him in a Cage. Orlando Fu|rio&s;o</HI> in his book called <HI>The Vanity of Forgivene&s;s,</HI> &s;ayes ab&s;olutely there is no &s;uch thing, and for my part I believe it, and if you wont, yee are not of my minde, and who is not of my minde, is damn'd: if you wont believe that neither, ki&s;s my back-&s;ide.</P>
<P>Hold! What have I forgot? Now I think on't I have a Letter from our decea&s;ed Champion which was given me by his wife, to read to ye for your &s;atisfacti|on; But as for your &s;atisfaction I value not that of a &s;traw, I onely read it for my own minds &s;ake, and be|cau&s;e 'tis a novelty, and therefore ye varlets you give attention.</P>
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<OPENER><SALUTE>My mo&s;t affectionate, and dearly beloved con&s;ort,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>VVI&s;hing thee health and happine&s;s and the enjoyment of all worldly comforts, for I finde tho&s;e which we have in this place are no way like unto them, know that I have wrote the&s;e lines unto thee, to certifie to thee the truth of a thing, which among all the&s;e &s;piritual experiences which I bragg'd to have while I was accu&s;tomed to thy &s;heets, was ne|ver reveal'd unto me till now. Thou knowe&s;t that when we la&s;t took our leaves upon earth, I &s;ware unto thee by the la&s;t holy parting-ki&s;s that I gave thee, that I would not &s;o for&s;ake thee but would be with thee again before three days &s;hould be at an end, after the hand of the wretched Executioner had de&s;troy'd my carnal body. But &s;o it is, that upon better knowledge I now finde an eternal &s;top put unto my journey, &s;o that
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'tis impo&s;&s;ible for me to be as good as my word, as in|deed every hone&s;t man ought to be: now becau&s;e I cannot come I have &s;ent, knowing that to be a poynt of breeding which excu&s;es breach of promi&s;e, yea even among the mo&s;t exact. Therefore I de&s;ire thee not to &s;tay for me to &s;upper, and unle&s;s it be for the comfor|table &s;olace of thy own appetite, I entreat thee not to lay down the fat Capons, nor to perpare Oy&s;ters for &s;awce: 'Tis true we had many Chimaeras in our heads, and talked of &s;itting upon thrones, but I was &s;o much deceived that when I came hither, I could hardly finde &s;o much as a cricket to re&s;t my &s;elf upon, though much tired with the length of my journey.</P>
<P>Thou wilt &s;ay that Spirits may walk, and why may not I walk as well as any other &s;pirits. Alas my dear wife the ca&s;e is not the &s;ame. For the bodies of tho&s;e that walk are layd whole in their graves, &s;o that the Devil has nothing to do but to open the Coffin and let him out, but my body is &s;o &s;la&s;ht and &s;o mangled, that the devil will never take the paines to put them toge|ther again, for you mu&s;t not think my dear wife that it is a &s;mall trouble to go from gate to gate, and there to clamber up and fetch down the quarters, and then to clamber up and put um again in their places, be&s;ides the continual charges, as pen&s;ions for Bone-&s;etters, Smiths to make &s;crews for my joynts, and <HI>Loath-bury</HI> Clock-makers, to make my eyes roll in my head. Alas what good can I do the if I &s;hould come; for I know thou will expect that I &s;hould do as I did formerly, but cur&s;ed be the Hang-man and the Hang-mans man who cut off the&s;e members the fir&s;t thing they did, and burnt them to a&s;hes: Therefore oh Daughter of woman bet|ter
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is it that I &s;hould &s;tay from thee, then come to cau&s;e in thee a longing de&s;ire after that comfort which I am not able to afford thee. Therefore make u&s;e of &s;ome body el&s;e who is among the living, for there are among the brethren many that have as good in&s;truments as I ever had, and will be willing to do thee a curte&s;ie for my &s;ake. By this time I believe, thou maye&s;t be al|mo&s;t blind with weeping, therefore I &s;hall &s;ay no more but this, prethee commend me to all the brethren of our profe&s;&s;ion, and tell them that if they will come where I am, they mu&s;t keep on in their old cour&s;e, which I the rather advi&s;e them to do, becau&s;e I would have others damned as well as my &s;elf.</P>
<CLOSER><DATELINE><HI>A Barathro infernali,</HI>
<DATE><HI>Octob.</HI> 16. 1660.</DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
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<P>Look ye, ye Rogues you, did you ever hear &s;uch a Letter as this? Ye may thank me for't, a Letter from hell ye Rogues you: There's news for ye &mdash; Now you that are &s;o much for heaven, what think ye of Hell now?&mdash;You had thought there had bin no hone&s;t men there, I warrant,&mdash;but ye &s;ee there are&mdash;Well then&mdash;and why goodman Cox-combs will not you go to Hell then &mdash; a Rope take ye all, 'tis too good for yee, unle&s;s ye were better. Do but marke here the hone&s;ty of this man, he had promi&s;ed his wife to come to her in three days, good woman &s;he could &s;ay no o|therwi&s;e then &s;he was told, and &s;he tells you, that he &s;aid &s;o. Well then! what of all this? As if a man might not promi&s;e &s;ometimes a thing which he knows he cannot perform, and &s;ometimes a thing which he ne|ver intends. But this man doubtle&s;s did intend to come though when he &s;aw he could not, he &s;ent word by the
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fir&s;t return of the po&s;t. But you'l &s;ay is not his wife very &s;orry? Why goodman Puppies, what have you to do whether &s;he be or no &mdash; good now meddle with your own bu&s;ine&s;s &mdash; What need you be asking &s;o many que&s;tions to trouble your braines? If I don't tell you as much and more then you are able to carry a|way, without your help, let me &s;uffer for it.</P>
<P>For when I came in, his wife was a &s;aying, <HI>Lord I wonder my husband does &s;tay &s;o long, and knows that the meat will be &s;poyled. I wonder too, &s;aid I, truly I don't think he will come to night. Yes, yes, I am certain on't,</HI> quoth &s;he. Would he would come away then, thought I, for I was very hungry, and was very melancholy to &s;ee &s;uch good meat like to be over Roa&s;ted: Well&mdash; While I was in the&s;e meditations, my gutts chiding my &s;tomack, and my &s;tomack making defences and excu&s;es to my gutts, in comes this Letter, I read it over, and when I &s;aw he would not come, I cen bid the maid &s;et the meat upon the Table, for we teachers ye know, are always very familiar where we come. She wept, I &s;wallowed my victuals; Come Si&s;ter quoth I, the more you weep, the le&s;s you'l Pi&s;s and &s;o I com|forted her as well as I could, but &s;he would not be comforted but wept exceedingly. From hence I gather that nece&s;&s;ity has no law: for I finde by the &s;tory that our brother would have bin glad with all his heart to have come again, but it &s;eemes he cannot. And for my part I don't care whether he ever do or no, onely I had a minde to read the Letter, becau&s;e &s;he de&s;ired me, it may be &s;he may do me as good a turn. But that's no|thing to you, and &s;o lets jogg on to the U&s;es.</P>
<P>Is it &s;o then that a man ought not to &s;ave the life of
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his foe, though he would give him never &s;o much.</P>
<P>Then let this &s;erve for a u&s;e of admonition, to ad|moni&s;h us to make our &s;elves great in this world, that we may be able to de&s;troy all our enemies. Namely Emperors, Kings, Dukes, Marque&s;&s;es, Earles, Lords, Vi&s;counts, Knights and Gentlemen. For the&s;e, mark what I &s;ay ye Varlets, are the po&s;ts, by which Satan up|holds his weak Government upon the Earth: Ay but ye Rogues you, I can tell you one thing, they are but <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">otten po&s;ts; &s;tay but a little while and they &s;hall be all pulled down, for our King &s;hall come among them with a firy indignation, who is King of the world, though he is not in the world yet, but he &s;hall come, and &s;hall bring along with him ten thou&s;and Angels with blew Wings, and Turki&s;h Semitars by their &s;ides, and &s;hall de&s;troy all and wom<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">n, that are not of our profe&s;&s;ion, then &s;hall we &s;wim at the top of the waters like Cork, but the wicked &s;hall &s;ink down to the bottom, and &s;hall be covered with the waters of de&s;truction. Then &s;hall Satan roar like all the Bulls of <HI>Ba&s;han,</HI> the Rulers of the Earth &s;hall &s;it bare-breeched upon Hawthorn-Bu&s;hes, with Knitting-needles in their hands, But Ravili<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ck &s;hall &s;it in glory for killing the King, for we that are the Saints &s;hall rule the Earth: but how came we to be &s;aints you I &s;ay? Why you Rogues you who made you examiners? is it not enough that I tell you &s;o? Therefore when you get your foes into your Cluttches u&s;e them like dogs, cut um, &s;lice um, boyle um, roa&s;t um, bake um, &s;tew um, hang um, hew um, torture um; and why? Becau&s;e they are the accur&s;ed generation, or the generation of the accur&s;ed. For Antichri&s;t and the Pope are all one. Ah Pope,
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have I caught thee, Ile have a fling at thy breech ifaith, Oh thou accur&s;ed whore, thou mon&s;trous devil, thou confounded punk, how often have I railed again&s;t thee both in private and publick, but thou art &s;till the &s;ame, &s;hame on thee and all thy warbling noates, and thy Queri&s;ters and thy bagpipes, and this lawn &s;leeves, for you have Gold and Silver in abundance, and we can get nothing but a little butter-mony from the &s;illy wo|men which they glean from their husbands by over rating the price of provi&s;ions. But the time &s;hall come when ye &s;hall all be &s;ent out of the world will a hor&s;e|pox. And then hey for the men that hate Cuffs, and tye the latchets of their &s;hoes with blew Tape; for they are the blades that &s;hall &s;ack <HI>Rome.</HI> Then &s;hall Scarlet be at three half pence an Ell, and men &s;hall pave the Hearths of their Chimneys with Diamonds. But hold! <HI>I</HI> mu&s;t not let you &s;urfeit with too much joy at one time, and therefore Ile keep the re&s;t till I &s;ee you again, and &s;o farewel.</P>
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