THE BROWNISTS FAITH AND belief OPENED.  

SOme that pretend most Faith, have least, who say,  
That their belief is pure, yet will not pray  
I believe  
This illegitimate Sect is neither just  
In their own way, nor will impose 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 Scriptures, 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 Browne 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 about Cheapside cross  
which was  
Thus is our Church condemned without hope  
To be reformed, for 'twas (they say) byth' Pope  
conceived  
t'hey've been so long from Church, that they've forgot,  
But barns and stables sure conceived were not  
by the Holy Ghost,  
They hate the nomination of mass,  
Nor will they observe the rules of him that was  
borne of he Virgin  
They'll have no brother's name be called Dave  
Nor sister's Mal, cause of the Romish Ave  
Mary,  
They're charitable, the naked they will see  
Covered, and none (Unless a Sister) now shall be  
suffered under  
Some will reforms 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 public 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, O than  
he rose again  
These speak by inspiration, and are wise,  
Their Doctrin's dull, as if it did arise  
from the dead,  
When How rose from his cobbler's bulk, and teached  
His fond opinions in the Pulpit preached,  
he ascended  
Those that will thus their soul's health rashly venture,  
To rob abused Levi, shall not enter  
into heaven,  
They are as fierce as Hercules with his Club,  
The chief among them's placed in a tub,  
and there he sitteth  
At the left hand there sits a holy mother,  
And there is likewise placed a purer brother  
at 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 a Brownisticke text,  
Was sent tothth' Gatehouse, and to Tyburn next,  
from thence he shall come,  
But stay disturbers of the time, I know  
Your manners, but who authorised you  
to Indge  
Retract your foolish rage, I humbly crave,  
Do not proceed to censure and deprave  
both the quick and the dead  
Why do you nourish th'Amsterdamian brat,  
For ●loe) 'tis not your sect confusive that  
I believe in  
Thou brownianism that our religion mainst,  
Thou often dost protect the sin against  
the holy Ghost,  
He that can teach five hours inspired from high,  
Denying commonprayer book shall be  
the holy  
Most words of popish Monuments are framed,  
Religion's Romish too, if it be named  
Catholic  
A Church to them's Apocrypha, a tree,  
A Bame, or Stable they esteem to be'  
Church  
When the brethren, sisters, and brownistick Elves  
Do meet together, they then call themselves  
The Communion of Saints  
They'll 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, oh than 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're led by the Spirit, oh then withal,  
May th'Spirit lead them unto Tyburn all.   
Amen.   

London, printed for T.W. 1641.