J. P. The follower of the Lamb, to the Shepherds Flock Salutation, Grace and Peace is with you in the Spirit of Power and Life, and be Infinitely multiplied unto you. Amen.  
Hear O HEAVENS, and learn O EARTH, For O third Heavens in thy Ancient Records it was enroled thy Elevation from the lowest deeps, and Exaltation unto the glory of the Supernal Dominion, to be made the most Glorious Throne of the most Glorious of Glorious, which in this the Day of the mighty power of God is come to pass, according to the predestination of Time, by Eternal Council from of old; and now manifestly revealed (in the Resplendent year, which is the one Day without Night, and as a thousand years with God, and more than ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousand of thousands of years with the Son of man) through generation of the Word of the Power of Creation, through the fullfilling of the natural Course of time until the Travel, and through her Pangs to the Birth, and after it through Temptations and Trials, through Sorrows, Persecutions, Combats and Battles, through Fire and Water, through over-whelming floods, and exceeding strong ascending flames, whereby the Ample advantage hath accrued; in all which may be possibly conceived, yea more in the superabundance of the Immortal virtue, then can be spread upon the longest and largest Land of the Kingdom of Comprehension; but this is undoubtedly understood, the manchild hereby (which you know to be the fruit of the womb of the woman, which the Dragon drove into the Wilderness) is grown unto the Stature of a man, full of the Power, of Wisdom, Life and Light. And as Deborah was a famous and Renowned Judge in Israel; even so also is become the Virgin-Daughter of Zion, excelling all of her Sex that ever were before her; This is she which was born of the Virgin's womb; in which also was conceived the Manchild, Behold, I speak a Riddle, for these three are the Twins, and the Twins suck at one Breast, and the Breast is the man's mouth, and the milk is the Father's voice, and the man's strength is the Father's might, and the Man, the Son and the Father, is one; and the Father hath married the Son to the Virgin, and the Virgin Daughter; And so all souls in the sweetness your maker is become your husband, for you have given the Virgin your impolluted and undefiled Souls, to the Spirit your Brother and Husband, and so call him Lord, and give him the Reverence as Sarah did unto Abraham; and hereby the Kingdom is known to be In you, and the Lord in the Kingdom, as the Lord, and you in the Kingdom with the Lord, not as your own, but as the Lords, and so the whole substance is consecrated unto him who is the Lord of the whole Earth. And thus whether your body Lives or Dies, whether you in the Body or out of the Body, the Soul is the same with the Lord in the Kingdom, though the Last you will find to be Best.  
Ah Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou art my Sister, the glorious work manship of thy Maker; yea, thou art my Life's love, prepared for thy Spouse in the bed of the Bride-Chamber.  

Thy Beauty hath enamoured me in Virtues lodge of Rest,  
A flaming Torch thine eye may see of love burns in my breast;  
Thou art the Stone which doth my spirit whet,  
Like as the Razor which is newly set:  
Ah feel my edge that's ground exceeding sharp,  
To sing thy Virtue's praise to david's Harp.  
For as an Host in Zions Coast, Of much more strength than Nations;  
Thou dost Arise before mine Eyes, In all my Contemplations.   
Ah Clear Crystal City of God, come down from above thou blessed womb of Princes, and renowned habitation of holy judges, thy SPOUSE hath endowed thee with Infinite Riches, and adorned thee with the rarities of far Countries, and Costliness of Lands and Kingdoms; thy LINEN is as white as the snow of Heaven, and is a Lantern of light to a great Nation; thy ROBE is of the Die of the Blood of Life, as precious as the Ransom of Kings: thy CROWN is an Innumerable train of stars, which shall follow thee to the end of Time; blessed is the fruit of thy fruitful Womb, for thy Daughters are the fairest of thousands, their face is as the Crystal glass, which shows every Soul its shape; they are as the Gold of Ophir in Judah's Land, and as Pearls in the City streets; they hang as jewels at thy Breast, and Bracelets upon thy Right-arme; they are the Beautifullest Princesses in the whole Earth, the glory of God is their Dowry. I am Overflown overwhelmed and swallowed with the floods of their Love which pursue me; Thy Virtue O JERUSALEM is as an Impress of ten Thousands upon my little Cottage-Walls; I am surprised by the Bow of thy battle, made Captive to love Everlasting; for the hand of thy Husband did break a Chain, and truth linked me to the love of Life, and her. I am full of thy weight which is augmented in the Balance of the Sanctuary, and weigheth the world as wind; I kiss the cheeks of thy Daughter, I woo her as a Spouse for my bed, she is mine in the Covenant of Conjunction, as the Coupled Dove to her Mate; I am Bowels of her true Body and she is Blood of my heartblood.  
Ah surpassing sweet SHILOH, thou art the Husband of Jerusalem my Mother and my Brother; Zion is the only Son, JUDAH my Sister is a faithful Daughter; Treachery is no more lodged in her Land; I am plentifully filled with the sweetest refreshment in the solace of endless Life. Beholding the order of thy house, What Gravity? What Modesty? What Chastity? What Wisdom? What fear and trembling? What Faith-undoubted? What Patience and Content? What Charity and Unity? Yea, What Bowels of Love and Life? Ah! how plentiful doth the glorious virtue of the Lord God abound in the mansion of thy dwelling among all thy dearest pure-born seed and Children? And thou O GOD art Rest to the wearisomeness of the Weary, and Bread to the hunger of the Hungry, thou art Strength to the weakness of the Weak, and a Support of the feeble knees; thou visitest the Sick with the medicine of mercy, and raisest the languishing with love; thou droppest thy dews upon the Heaths of the Mountains, as on the green herbs of the valleys; thou hast made Rocks in mountains, and Stones in dry walls to sweat with moisture, though they changed not from the nature of their hardness; great hath thy Grace been to all Generations, though the Rebellious have kicked against thee: my soul is a fire of praise, and a sacrifice of thanksgiving before thee, my spirit saith in this behalf, Glory, Glory, Glory to God my God for ever and ever, Amen.  
Speak ye Barren-Mountaines, and Answer ye Dry-hills, Where, Where are the parched Heaths which say, Or the Rocky places which can Avouch, that always they were dry without the Distilling drops of the Heavens?  
Stand up ye Brooks, and Surmount ye Rivers, and speak to the Barren Mountains; And declare O ye fruitful valleys unto the driest hills, though you be dry, yet we were as you are, when both the Sun shined, and the Heavens showered upon the just and the unjust, upon the Corn and the weed, upon the Lily and the Thorn, the Rose and the Briar; And we knew it not. Wherefore Weep your part O ye Wildernesses, and Lament your part O ye parched places, and fall down ye craggy Rocks, and come and drink of our waters in the valleys; and lo you shall be such streams as are our streams, and you shall be a Vineyard of sweet grapes, as we are a fruitfulness to the Lord of the whole Earth, and there shall be no difference betwixt you and us, for we were as you are; and in all things like unto your unfruitfulness in the parching times when the earth did Cleave and Chap, and Gape for water, before that we found the Way to the fountain.  
And O ye sweet Waters of the Consolation of jacob's Well, Speak, speak unto the Waters of Meribah, which once was a hard Rock, but now are the streams of the waters of Bitterness, why runneth thy streams as a brook of such great Bitterness? O Waters remove the Rock which is in the bottom of thy Waters, and then let a drop of our Waters fall into thy Waters, and behold they shall be no more a bitterness, but as our Waters, like the Milk of the breast to the babe; and so our Consolation shall be thy Consolation, and thou shalt be an habitation of joy in the Land.  

And O ye Branches of the Olive tree,  
Your leaves are shades, and fruit is life to me;  
God's wisdom which surpasseth man's devices,  
Hath built you as a Bower of fragrant Spices.  
Your Walks are joyfulness and peace, your Seat,  
Your Life is Bread and Wine, and Love is meat;  
My soul is planted in your holy ground,  
And here your flames of love do me surround;  
And on your substance which distils as drops  
Of heavenly dew, I feed like honey sops.  
Partaker with you in Community.  
Of good in God's house in the Unity;  
And in the stem my branch with you reposes,  
Which bears the bud and all the Damask-roses;  
You are the bed composed of heavenly pleasure  
Unto my soul, yea, God's peculiar Treasure.  
How purely runs these most refreshing streams,  
In daily Visions and Nocturnal dreams;  
The fullness verily is in the Father,  
Who doth our Minds into his bosom gather,  
Like tender Chickens by the Clucking-hen,  
Whose Name be praised by Life, by Voice and Pen.  
Let me descend from Zions glorious Mountain,  
To show a Seed the Vale wherein's the Fountain;  
For surely I could freely lay down life,  
With blood, to buy a stranger for my wife;  
For what's so purchased by joint-consent,  
Is as the Seed of Judah's saved Tent;  
What? Forreigner wouldst thou walk in the Way  
Of Life and Peace in this God's saving Day?  
Thy whole Affection must in substance bend,  
To that which brings to Flesh a final end;  
And that from Darkness thou the Day mayst know,  
The Proud must bow down to the poor and low;  
For lo the Sun which gives the Day her light,  
Remains below the Horizon all night;  
Such is the Principle and Spark in thee,  
Veiled by Sins cloud, whereby thou canst not see  
To know the Poor, the Oppressed, and his cries,  
Within thyself which in a Dungeon lies.  
Wherefore draw near unto the Earth's short end,  
To see the Daystar and the Sun ascend;  
For know thou whilst that thou dost there remain,  
Assuredly art bound in Death's black-chaine;  
And whilst thou dost from Mountain run to Hill,  
Seeking a Stream to drink thy lustful fill,  
Arrive thou canst not unto jacob's Well,  
For so thou runnest to ring a broken bell:  
Stand still I'll touch a Stone and thou shalt know,  
That Waters in thee out of it shall flow;  
In Conscience there's a secret Light within,  
Which doth distinguish Truth from every sin;  
That is of God which Judgeth works of Evil,  
And thoughts in man moved of the tempting Devil;  
The Soul which faithfully it's Judgement keeps,  
Shall know Salvation from the Darkness deeps;  
Then follows Faith and, Hope which God alone,  
Th' internal knowledge of the virtuous Stone;  
Out of which waters pure of life do gush,  
And in the same's concealed the Burning bush;  
Then will his River run, and Flames ascend  
Of Heavenly Virtue, which shall never end:  
Remember man, the light within's the Way,  
From darkness dwelling to the door of Day;  
Which leads to fullness, free from every doubt,  
Obeyed Within, possessed, but lost without:  
And therefore Wanderer at home retire,  
Lest that thou sink and perish in the mire.  
For that which leads man from the light within,  
Spurs on the ear to end the life in sin.  
And then of sin in which he Lives and Dies,  
Shall have his Wage, for as he Falls he Lies.  
Yet still my Heart doth in my body burn,  
Towards the Doves, to whose door I return  
With Corn in hand to spread before their eye,  
Upon the Stage whereto they daily fly:  
Which is the place whereon they always feed,  
Amidst the house wherein their young they breed.  
To all the Hungry and the Thirsty Lambs,  
I'm Broken-bread, and Wine drawn out in drams.  
And of a truth it is my souls sweet care,  
That every babe may eat and drink a share;  
My life in Zion would be always found  
Among the Seed, a Salve to every wound;  
And perfect Medicine to every grief,  
And to th'oppressed a Arm of good relief.  
Let not my Love's heart languish under sorrow,  
For lo thy Joy approacheth with the Morrow.  
The YOKE to self, and CROSS to flesh fly never,  
That DEATH may Die, and LIFE may live for ever,  
For, suffering Sword contentedly to slay  
The Mortal, thou in battle wins the day;  
Then thin's the Standard and the Ensign spread,  
And thou in Zion knowest the Ruling head;  
Then peace, than joy, than pleasures pure abound,  
And solace sweet as Walls do thee surround:  
Then Sobs and Grief God from thy Land doth banish,  
And Sighs and Sorrows as a shade do vanish;  
Yea of thy Trouble whilst thou wert forlorn,  
Remains not thought, for joy a Son is born.  
Wherefore O Plants wait in the Spirit-Meeke,  
And in the drought from God the showers seek;  
In which sweet state you shall me witness bear,  
God's fullness feeds each low heart full of fear:  
Who doth Exalt the spirit of the Humble,  
But the Exalted from his seat doth Tumble.  
When as the Woods in Summer time are green,  
The Thrustles tune is heard though she not seen  
By any Mortal, yet there is an eye,  
Which sees how she from Tree to Tree doth fly,  
And doth perceive whence her sweet notes Aspire,  
And what's the thing her life doth most desire,  
Which is the Book wherein I read your Race,  
Beyond wide-Lands, Sea's, Time and utmost Space.  
And here with you I rest, I live and dwell,  
Like Silkworms hid, in one wrought Case and Shell;  
Yea lodged in a secret Suckling Breast,  
Like as the young ones in the Turtles nest.  
Dear Lambs true number of the Shepherd's tale,  
As one by one I hug and kiss you all:  
Remembering you I drop like molten marrow,  
Yea rend like fallow torn with the barrow.  
Ah! feel my Bowels which like Rain distils,  
And runs like Rivers down the steepest hills:  
Yea, touch my panting heart and thereby learn,  
My soul most frequent after you doth yearn.  
I'm Ravished beholding Virtues graces,  
Of Heaven's glory to o'er spread your faces;  
And cannot utter how my deeps abound,  
Of love to you, which in the life are found.  
You're at the Fountain pure, I plainly see,  
And so am I, yet still remember me:  
There in the Spirit of Life, Joy, and Peace,  
Pray for your Brother, pray and never cease;  
For I am God's, and Yours in every Trial,  
The which you know full well without denial:  
So read me, You, We One, through life's infusion,  
In the first principle and last conclusion.   
All dear seed and Plants of the Lord God, from the Crown of the head to the sole of the foot of the entire perfect body, every member which stands Purely, Firmly, and solidly knit Joint by Joint, Bone to Bone, by the strength of the Sinews which hold● all in the soundness, free from maims, or haltings: My dear soul sealed in Spirit, greets, salutes, and kisses you as God's dearest Children, pitched as Torches, Lanterns, and shining Lamps of his praise (in your respective Places and Callings) and everlasting glory which shall never have end. And so all Saints dwell in the holy City, and there I am with you all, known to you a brother in the life of the brotherhood. John  
The 20th of the 5th Month. 1660.   

To the Brethren in the Unity and Fellowship of the Life of the Virginity of Innocency called Quakers, in ENGLAND, and elsewhere.  
YE the Born of God of the Incorruptible and Immortal-Seed of the Covenant, which is AMEN for ever and ever. In the substance which ministereth you Dayly-Bread, and the fresh and new wine of the kingdom, mine endless Love reacheth you, and with the sweet Arms of the Grace and Peace of my Heavenly Father I Embrace you; I Greet, Salute, and kiss you, one by one, yea, all as one (in the one only, in whom is no Variation or Changing) with the undefiled lips of Sincerity, which never uttered Uncleanness, Lewdness, Deceit, or a Lie; Feel and know me as near you as the Flesh which cleaveth to your Bones, as purely and perfectly in you as the blood of Life in your hearts.  
Ah Zion! if thee I forget, let my Bowels burst in my body, and let my Carcase quickly become meat for hungry Eagles, and let the Vultures also tear my flesh from my bones.  
I cease not Night nor Day in every Watch to present you as a living Sacrifice upon the Altar in the Holiest of Holiests: And I full well know that when fire is kindled in your proper habitations (which is the Seat of God's Rest) I am as a writ of Remembrance before you.  
God Almighty Augment your portion as faithful Stewards, and continually of his fullness give you all fullness: Though I am as the Least, and as a Door keeper in the house of God, yet of a truth the Virtue of the Lord God is with me.  
The which I have to say, that you all in my behalf be full of the praise of my Heavenly Father in your hearts, and that your Thanksgiving in Spirit may abound before him, Amen.  
The God of peace possess your souls to the utmost in his everlasting peace, And the most Dreadful Lord of Holiness preserve you to pass the time of your Pilgrimage in Fear and Trembling. Again I say unto you Fear, Dread, and Tremble ye before the ever living God.  
J. P.   

LONDON; Printed, for Robert Wilson, at the Sign of the Black Spread-Eagle and Windmill, in Martin's near Aldersgate.  
1660.