The ANABAPTISIS Faith and Belief, Opened.  

Some that pretend most Faith have least, who say  
That their Belief is pure, and will not pray I believe   

This illegitimate Sect is neither just  
In their own way, nor will improve their trust in God   

A Spirit which can guide them they have got,  
They'll grant no other Conduct who know not the Father Almighty   

They'll make a Chaos of the Church, to see  
(Their errors being composed) whether he be maker of Heaven   

Thus they tempt their Creator, and dare say  
They are more Holy, and not made of Clay and Earth,   

They are inspired from Heaven; and thus they flout  
The Holy Scripture, and with it play both out and in   

They'll grant no worship to our Lord, nor show  
Any (though decent) reverence unto Jesus   

They will derive their names from BROWN and TOM,  
Nor do they so care, to extract it from Christ   

PLUTO laughs at them, promising that he  
Who will persist thus in that way, shall be his only Son   

But (O) illuminate their Errors now  
Father of Heaven and Earth, and still be thou our Lord,   

What is not theirs, is Rome's and Popish dross;  
Hence came the tumult abour Cheapside-Cross, which was   

Thus is our Church condemned without hope  
To be reform, for 'twas (they say) by th' Pope conceived   

They've been so long from Church that 've forgot,  
But Barns and Stables, sure conceived were not by the Holy Ghost,   

They hate the nomination of a Mass,  
Nor, will observe the Rules of him that was born of the Virgin   

They'I have no Brother's name be called DAVY  
Nor Sister's MALL, 'cause of ROME'S Ave Mary,   

They're charitable, the naked they will see  
Covered; and none (unless a Sister) now shall be suffered under   

Some will reform Religion, and some  
To crucify Christ's Church, would even become Pontius Pilate,   

Some preach in Tubs, that scarce become a chair;  
The Bishop's Primacy in Lambeth fair was crucified,   

The publlck Liturgy is condemned by most,  
The Book of Common Prayer is almost dead and buried;   

When Prophet HUNT did in the Gallery prate,  
In Christ Church, and sent to Counter-gate, he descended   

These Amsterdamian tunes which they do sing  
In Conventicles, will them shortly bring, into Hell,   

When SPENCER preached, and did his word fulfil,  
He in his Text continued until the third day   

When HUNT came from the Counter, went again  
To the Old Exchange and Westminster, and then he risen again,   

These speak by Inspiration, and are wise;  
Their Doctrine's dull, as if it did arise from the dead,   

When How rose from his Cobbler's Bulk and teached,  
His fond opinion in the Pulpit preached he ascended   

Those that will thus their Souls health rashly venture  
To rob abused Levy, shall not enter into Heaven,   

They are as fierce as Hercules with his Club,  
The chief among 's placed in a Tub and there sitteth   

At the left hand there sits a Holy Mother,  
And there is likewise placed a purer Brother on the right hand   

Thus are their new Assemblies all abhorred,  
And thus they do profane the Sacred word of God,   

We live and move by him that sits on High,  
Whom I acknowledge seriously to be the Father Almighty,   

MARLER for preaching Anabaptist Text  
Was sent to th' Gatehouse, and to Tyhurn next, from thence be shall come   

But stay stisturbers of the time, I know  
Your manners, but who authorised you to judge   

Retract your fool'sh rage, I humbly crave  
Do not proceed to censure and deprave both the quick and dead.   

Why do you nourish th' Amsterdamian Brat,  
For (lo) 'tis not your Sect confusive that I believe in   

Thou Baptianisme that our Religion main'st,  
Thou often dost protect the sin against the Holy Ghost,   

He that can teach five hours inspired from high,  
Denying Common-Prayer-Book, shall be the Holy   

Most words of Popish Monuments are framed,  
Religion's Romish too, if it be named Catholic   

A Church to 's Apocryphas, a Tree,  
A Barn, a Stable, they esteem to be Church,   

Where the Brethren, Sisters, Anabaptist Elves  
Do meet together, they call themselves the communion of Saints,   

They'I not confess, nor yet absolve, they'll be  
Competitors for the truth, and so deny the forgiveness of sins,   

When they should exercise their Talon, and do move  
By the Spirit, to a Sister, O then they love the Resurrection of the Body,   

Since they such obscure places will inherit,  
Denying all good Works, they cannot merit the Life everlasting,   

And since they are led by the Spirit, O then withal  
May the Spirit lead them unto Tyburn all.   
AMEN.   

London, Printed in the Year, 1659.