A Whip for the back of a backsliding Brownist.  

Help Neighbours help, good women come with speed,  
For of your help there never was more need,  
Midwives make haste and dress you as you run,  
Either come quickly or were all undone,  
The worlds in labour, her throws comes so quick,  
That with her pain she s grown stark lunatic,  
For I did ask one of her bats of late:  
Why the Lord's Prayer was almost out of date▪  
He told me Christ had new Disciples now,  
That of set form of Prayer would not allow;  
Alas said I are they so dainty grown,  
Such a fantastic Crew was never known,  
These are the brethren of the separation,  
The canker worms of this our English Nation,  
And it is feared if they be let alone,  
These worms will gnaw the kingdom to the Bone  
These with the Papists breed the mischief here,  
Whilst Cockle brains builds Castles in the air,  
Who Parrot like they having learned to prate,  
Disturb the Church the commonwealth and State,  
Yea Church disturbers learning's enemies,  
Yea seeming Saints, yea painted Butter▪ flies,  
Yea bugbears of a Kingdom silly elves,  
Whose zeal transports you quite beyond yourselves,  
Oh know you what you do, that yea presist,  
Still day by day in doing what you list▪  
Shame to our kingdom if this suffered be,  
From hombred strife we never shall be free,  
If that you rule the roast you mooncalves all,  
Why do you force my M●se to railing fall,  
That never was accustomed to scold,  
Had not so good a Cause made me so hold▪   

God's spirit evermore good spirits makes,  
Then if your spirits of God's spetits partakes,  
You will be ruled by order, not by will,  
God is the same, the God of order still:  
And you cannot be his Disciples right,  
That end what you begin in hate and 〈◊〉  
I judge no man but what their actions ●now  
Brings me of force to judge of what I know,  
Good Sister magpie and good Brother Daw▪  
That ●eapes o'er hills and stumbells at a ●●raw  
I pray be patient trouble not the State,  
Your friends at Amsterdam do for you wait▪  
Mistake me not I speak but this to prove you,  
I the rather have you stay b●cou e I love you,  
Yet if you stay ●'de have you know what's meat,  
Betwixt an i dol● and an Ornament,  
Which if you do ● should be g●ad to hear▪  
That to ●u Church once more you would repair,  
Which though it be of Stone should not be hated▪  
Cause to God's service it is consecrated,  
I know not what your barns and Stables were,  
Where A●●e, bray, pray understand and hear,  
I speak unfeignedly I blush to see,  
Such men so wise in show such fools to be,  
What though the good and bad together meet▪  
Within the Church as well as in the Street,  
Shall we refrain the Church ever the more,  
Alas▪ alas your Argument is poor:  
How angry were the Pharisees and why,  
Because our Saviour Christ kept Company  
With Publicans and Sinners think on this▪  
And rectify your judgements that s amiss.   

You being good shall in the chancel sit,  
The wicked in the belfry as 'tis fit,  
If they be so contented on Condition,  
You'll come to Church and not run to perdition,  
No Drunkard nor no Swearer shall sit near you,  
For to annoy or other wise to fear you,  
Because I know you timorous are by nature,  
And wondrous fearful of a wicked Creature,  
The book of Common prays refined shall be,  
Or you shall pray extempore and be free  
From all occasion of a thing so common,  
No not so much as look upon a woman▪  
They shall sit by themselves, let 〈…〉.  
For fear your spirits on a sudden rise,  
And lead away your minds from what is good▪  
Brethren we know you are but flesh and blood.   

Upon Condition you to Church will go,  
I'll do the best I can to have it so,  
Which if I do I hope I am your Friend,  
As I desire to be, and so ● end.   
Finis.   

LONDON, Printed for Humphrey Chrouch,