A STRANGE PROPHET NOW IN ENGLAND. BEING A True Relation, sent to a Person of Quality, now in OXFORD.  
THERE is a strange Prophet, now in England, who knows no Parents, neither did he ever suck his Mother's Breasts; he hath a red Beard, and goes Barefoot like a Gray-friar. He wears no Hat, and his Coat is particoloured; it's neither Died, Knit, Woven, nor Spun; it's made neither of Silk, Hair, Linen, nor woollen, but naturally of a good colour and gloss. He drinks no Wine, nor Beer, but Water; and contents himself with a moderate Diet. He esteems not Money, neither will he receive it if proffered unto him. He walks neither with Stick, Staff, nor Sword; yet he Marcheth Boldly in the face of his Enemies: and can, if he pleaseth, encounter with the stoutest that wears an head. He is often abused by Wicked Men, yet he takes it patiently. He lets all Men alone with their Religion; neither doth he dispute with any about it. He complains of the Protestants, and inclines to the Papists, who use him kindly in Lent. He sleeps in no Bed, but standing or sitting; and is Admired by all Men for his Watchfulness; He Cries out upon the Wicked World with outstretched Arms. He is so skilled in all Languages, that Men of all Nations can understand him. He raiseth up Men, by declaring that the Day of the Lord is at hand! The Doors and Windows fly open when he Prophecies, Day and Night; and Men find the Effects true. He was with Noah in the Ark, and with Christ when he was Crucified. He denies no Article of the Christian Faith.  
He was lately at Rochester.