A NEW PROCLAMATION: OR A WARNING PIECE AGAINST ALL Blasphemers, Ranters, Quakers, and Shakers'; both Men and Women: Who go up and down teaching, That embracing ungodliness, and worldly lusts, they should live unsoberly, unrighteously, ungodly.  PSAL. 50.19. 
Thou givest thy Mouth to evil, and thy Tongue frameth deceit.  
LONDON, Printed for M. S. and are to be sold at the Blue Bible in Green Arbour, 1653.   

A Word to the RANTERS, who go up and down teaching men and women, that embracing ungodliness, and worldly lusts, they should live unsoberly, unrighteously, ungodly in this present World.  

O Land! how doth thy Church to ruin run,  
By Schisms broken, and by Sects undone!  
O how they swarm! no age could ever tell  
A brood too monstrous for their parallel.  
Freedom of conscience! rid us from this thrall  
Of spirit, and the yoke Episcopal;  
This once was all the cry, and this we see  
As quickly turned to fleshly liberty.  
Each now will please himself, and things devise  
Right in his own, wrong in his Maker's eyes.  
Things 'tis a shame to speak, things that do call  
For ruin, or repentance generaell:  
If we our sins like Sodom do declare,  
Without repentance let's expect their fare.  
Speak out ye Jews, what loss your land befell  
By suffering of one cursed Jezabel,  
By winking at, if nor approving much  
Her wicked waits; we have an hundred such,  
Who act her sins, and to increase the tale  
Have furnished out and rigged a thousand sail  
Of new, unheard of sins, that near before  
Durst venture landing on our British shore:  
Oh, that a man unto himself dares tie  
The title of eternal Majesty,  
And say he's God this I a sin may call  
The Devil ne'er was chargeable withal.  
Oh, that a worm, a man should dare t'advance  
Himself above a heavenly ordinance!  
What? equal with thy Maker? none but he  
Can claim such Independent liberty;  
The Devil himself dares not, but stoops and stands,  
Riseth, and goes as Heaven's King commands.  
Oh, that a man should offer to cast off  
That yoke that Christ calls easy, make a scoff  
At Gospel precepts, and put on the face  
To make a sing-song at the means of grace!  
Were such conditions to the Devils sent,  
Would they reject them? sure they would repent.  
Oh, that a man should curse, swear, whore, and cry,  
'Tis a delight to Heaven's Majesty!  
The Devil durst ne'er declaim on such a theme,  
To prove it pure religion to blaspheme.  
Oh, that a man two sin should take his swing,  
And mock at judgement, say there's no such thing!  
The Devil dares not, will not this denay,  
But trembles and believes a Judgement day.  
Oh, that a man dares call without all fear,  
Gods precepts, bondage, and his Law severe;  
The Devil ne'er Gods Laws durst dare to fame  
Illegal, though a rebel to the same.  
O woeful England! who e'er thought to see  
Such wretches born, and monsters bred in thee!  
But are there any such? Yea, such are these  
Ranters, or Rakehell's, call them which you please.  
A Ranter! what is he? one that lives in  
All wickedness, and saith he cannot sin:  
he's one that blusheth not, but in the light  
Declares his sin like to a Sodomite.  
he's one that saith there's neither Heaven nor Hell,  
Prepared for a Saint or Infidel:  
He spurns the Bible, and he doth deny  
To Christ his kingly Sovereignty.  
His Ordinances and his Laws so just,  
He barks at these, because they by't his lust:  
To holiness and Gospel walking he  
Equals the Devil for an enemy.  
he'll swear, and curse, and drink, and hath the face  
To boast of these as Characters of Grace:  
When he blasphemes the most, he dares express  
That God doth act him in his wickedness.  
he's one that would all civil right destroy,  
And turn all to a strange community,  
With each man's interest he'll have to do,  
His goods, his wife, his maid, and daughter too.  
he's one that hath attained the highest degree  
In Satan's School, Hell's University.  
Forgetting God this wretch becometh then  
The pride of Devils, and the shame of men.  
When he and his fraternity do meet,  
'Twould make a man amazed to hear them greet,  
With woulds, and blood, thou devil, dog, thou whore,  
This is their language, and a deal such more:  
These salutations past, they do not fail  
To call for Wine, Tobacco, Beer and Ale;  
These being the spirits they're inspired by,  
Half drunk, half mad, each hath his prophecy:   

A first stands up and doth relate  
That he from Heaven is sent,  
To cry down both in Church and State,  
All forms, and government.  
Pack Ministers and Magistrates,  
We will have no such things,  
We Ranters are sole Potentates,  
Both Prophets, Priests, and Kings.   

There is no sin, another cries,  
This thing called righteousness,  
Is but a trick that some devise,  
Our freedom to suppress.  
Then let's be free, in jollitrie  
Let all our time be spent;  
he's but a Daw, that stands in awe  
Of a Commandment.   

There is no Hell, another cries,  
This is a fancy clear;  
Nor is there any place of joys  
Called Heaven but what is here;  
Then let's dance round and tear the ground,  
And gig it whilst we may,  
We will not fear, although we hear  
Tales of a judgement day.   

Thus they proceed in speaking till each one  
Hath told his hellish revelation.  
When these are past, then to such pranks they fall  
As if there were indeed no Judge at all,  
No ear to hear, no eye that e'er descries  
Their sordid words, and foul adulteries.  
'Tis shame to tell what these both do, and say  
Not in a secret, but an open way.  
Here's dancing, tumbling, swearing, as there were  
No men, nor women, but all Devils there;  
No God, no good, no sin, no hell, no bliss,  
O tremble heaven, and hell, and earth at this!  
And tremble Ranters, tremble at your state,  
And see your sin before it be too late:  
Naked before the Lord your folly lies,  
You cannot cheat him with your Mysteries,  
Nor yet the world, for all men now conclude,  
The Atheist reigns in all your multitude.   I. F. 
FINIS.