A Few Words TO THE RULERS of this NATION  By Judith Boulby 
O England! Is it a Time to solace thyself in Music and ●●●cing? Is not the Time exceeding Precious? and wilt 〈◊〉 spend thy Precious Time in Pleasure and Vanity? O 〈◊〉 many wicked Societies that are gathered together in thee, O Na●●●●… some to Carding and Dicing, others to Drinking and Feasting, 〈◊〉 upon the Stages, many to the May-Games, Horse-Matches, F 〈…〉 Matches, Ringing o● Bells, Music going up and down thy Stre●●●… When alas, O Nation, for aught thou knowest, the Vials of 〈◊〉 Wrath may even be ready to be poured out without Mixture; 〈◊〉 Woe! woe from the Lord God to all Magistrates and Rulers, tha●●●fer such Ungodliness as this to abound.  
Oh England! Thou hast far exceeded Sodom in thy Prophane●● How hath Wickedness spread itself over the Land? How 〈◊〉 Oaths and Drunkenness abound in the Nation? How 〈◊〉 gross Darkness cover the Hearts of the People, as though they 〈◊〉 made a League with Death, and an Agreement with Hell? 〈◊〉 your League with Death must be disannulled, and your Agreement with Hell it must not stand: For the Lord God he is arisen; an● hath raised a Seed, that can never bow to Man; and he hath 〈…〉 up a Poor People in whom he will place his Power, which Po●●● must confound the Wisdom of the Wise.  
Oh thou Land of my Nativity! for whom my Soul breathes 〈◊〉 travels, Lay aside thy great Excess and Wantonness in Appa 〈…〉 and put on Sackcloth, and Cry mightily unto the Lord, if 〈…〉 adventure he may Repent him of the Evil, and spare thee.  
And Friends, you who are put in Power to be Governors of 〈◊〉 Nation, O exercise your Power for God, and put a speedy S 〈…〉 to this Profaneness, lest that your Power be given 〈…〉