THE BROWNISTS FAITH AND
BELIEFE OPENED.
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SOme that pretend most Faith, have least, who say,
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That their Beliefe is pure, yet will not pray
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I beleeve
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This illegitimate Sect is neither just
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In their owne way, nor will impose their trust
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In God,
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A Spirit, which can guide them, they have got,
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They'l grant no other conduct, who know not
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The Father Almighty
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They'l make a Chaos of the Church, to see,
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(Their errours being compos'd) whether he be
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Maker of Heaven
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Thus they tempt their Creator, and dare say,
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They are more holy, and not made of Clay,
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And Earth,
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They are inspir'd from Heaven, and thus they flout
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The holy Scriptures, and with it play both out
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and in
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They'l grant no worship to our Lord, nor show
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Any (though decent) reverence unto
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Jesus
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They will derive their names from Browne and Tom,
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Nor doe they so care to extract it from
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Christ
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Pluto laughs at them, promising that he
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Who will persist thus in that way, shall be
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his only son
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But (O!) illuminate their errours now
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Father of Heaven, and Earth, and still be thou
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our Lord,
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What is not theirs, is Romes, and popish drosse,
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Hence came the tumult about Cheapside Crosse
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which was
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Thus is our Church condemned without hope
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To be reform'd, for 'twas (they say) by th' Pope
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conceived
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They've bin so long from Church, that they've forgot,
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But barnes and stables sure conceiv'd were not
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by the Holy Ghost,
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They hate the nomination of Masse,
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Nor will they observe the rules of him that was
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borne of the Virgin
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They'l have no Brothers name be called Dave
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Nor Sisters Mal, cause of the Romish Ave
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Mary,
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They're charitable, the naked they will see
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Cover'd, and none (unlesse a Sister) now shall be
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suffered under
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Some will reforme religion, and some
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To crucifie Christs Church, would even become
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Pontius Pilate,
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Some preach in tubs, that scarce become a chaire,
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The Bishops primacie in Lambeth Faire
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was crucified,
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The publike Liturgie is condemn'd by most,
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The Book of Common prayer is almost
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dead and buried,
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When Prophet Hunt did in the Gallery prate,
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In Christ Church, and sent to Counter gate,
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he descended
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These Amsterdamian tunes which they doe sing
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In Conventicles, will them shortly bring
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into hell,
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When Spencer preacht, and did his word fulfill,
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He in his text continued untill
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the third day
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When Hunt came from the Counter, went agen
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To the Old Exchange, and Westminster, O then
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he rose againe
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These speake by inspiration, and are wise,
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Their Doctrin's dull, as if it did arise
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from the dead,
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When How rose from his Coblers bulke, and teacht
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His fond opinions in the Pulpit preacht,
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he as[c]ended
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Those that will thus their soules health rashly venter,
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To rob abused Levi, shall not enter
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into heaven,
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They are as fierce as Hercules with his Club,
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The chiefe among them's placed in a tub,
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and there he sitteth
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At the left hand there sits a holy mother,
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And there is likewise plac'd a purer brother
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at the right hand
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Thus are their new assemblies all abhorr'd,
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And thus they doe prophane the sacred word
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of God,
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We live and move by him that sits on high,
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Whom I acknowledge seriously to be
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the Father Almighty,
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Marler for preaching a Brownisticke text,
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Was sent to th'Gatehouse, and to Tyburne next,
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from thence he shall come,
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But stay disturbers of the time, I know
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Your manners, but who authorised you
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to Judge
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Retract your foolish rage, I humbly crave,
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Doe not proceed to censure and deprave
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both the quick and the dead
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Why doe you nourish th'Amsterdamian brat,
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For (loe) tis not your sect confusive that
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I beleeve in
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Thou Brownianisme that our religion mainst,
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Thou often dost protect the sinne against
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the holy Ghost,
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He that can teach five houres inspir'd from high,
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Denying Common-prayer Booke shall be
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the holy
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Most words of popish Monuments are fram'd,
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Religions Romish too, if it be nam'd
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Catholike
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A Church to them's Apocrypha, a tree,
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A Barne, or Stable they esteeme to be,
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Church
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When the brethren, sisters, and brownistick Elves
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Doe meet together, they then call themselves
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The Communion of Saints
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They'l not confesse, nor yet absolve, they'l be
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Competitors for the truth, and so deny
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the forgiveness of sinnes
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When they should exercise their talent, and do move
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By the Spirit to a sister, oh then they love
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the resurrection of the body,
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Since they such obscure places will inherit,
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Denying all good workes, they cannot merit
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the life everlasting.
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And since they'r led by the Spirit, oh then withall,
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May th'Spirit lead them unto Tyburne all.
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Amen.
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