To the People of ENGLAND.

OYe people of England, whose iniquities are broken forth like the break­ing of the Sea, whose mire and filth appears in every place; O what an evil savour is come up in every place; The Land stinks before the Lord because of the abominations that makes desolate in every place. Oh! the filthy May-Poles that Heathenish thing, how they stand up in every place, some Naked, some Painted, and deckt with Flowers, Garlands, Rib­bans and such foolish things, after the custom of the Heathen of old that knew not God; And Oh! with what Shoutings, abominable Drinkings, foolish Dan­cings and Noises have they been brought in and set up in thy Towns and Vil­lages, Oh! poor naked England, as if thou hadst lost all taste and savour of Christian Religion; And what will the Heathens and Papists say when they hear the report of thee and thy Children? Old and young even mad after their Idols, and none scarce any courage left to help in these things, the hands of all even as it were fallen down in thee, and few but a company of hidden mourners layes the things to heart that are ready to overwhelm thee. Oh! the cry, the cry of thy sins O England is grown great, & thou hast been often warned by the Lord God, but thou hast not repented, but even hardned thy heart, and fitted thy self for destruction; And what shall the Lord now do unto thee, but even open the Flood-gates of his vengeance, and cause his wrath to come upon thee, judgement upon judgement, misery upon misery, till thou be brought low and be made very small, and in the dust it may be thou wilt re­member the Lord, and cry unto him.

But Oh! what Lamentation shall be taken up for thee and for thy Teachers in the midst of thee O wretched England; for thy Teachers have also manifested themselves to every eye to be a company of self-seeking men, striving one with another about the Fleece, but none helping or healing the diseases and wounds of the poor torn scattered flock, but every one cryes give, give, they all look to their own way, their gain from their quarter, and fear not me saith the Lord God; the best of them is as a bryar, and the most upright among them as a Thorn-hedge; And now is the Lord arising, and he that hath overcome is co­ming in his mighty Power to dash the Potsheards of the earth together and break them one against another, and Babylon the Great shall fall and be a place for Dragons, and be no more inhabited by▪ any son of man, as the Lord hath said, for ever.

So howl ye Wildernesses, and rejoice ye fruitful Fields, for the Lord hath vi­sited Sion and comforted his afflicted, and the Kingdom shall be the Lords, and the haughtiness of the world shall be humbled, and the loftiness of their looks shall be brought low, that the Lord God alone may be exalted for he is wor­thy; And this is our holy Hope, and living Confidence, and faithful Witness, who are counted worthy of God to bear his reproach amongst you O people under the name of Quakers.

So people cease striving against the Lord and his witness in you, and devise not evil against the innocent, but fear the Lord and in time repent, least his fury break in upon you, and his fiery Judgements be multiplyed upon you, which none can stop or quench, for yet the day of your visitation is not wholly past.

Tho: Taylor:

London, Printed for Thomas Simmons, 1660.

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