A brief Relation of an atheistical creature, living at Lambert, which is of a strange opinion that his sins are too big for him to go to Heaven, and too little for him to go to hell, he thinks he shall die a Pharisee: Further he desired to have a Commission to burn every new married couple in the Buttock, but paying him forty shillings they should escape unburned.  
To the tune of, Jesper Cuuningam●, or brave Lord Willoby.  
 


GOod Christians all give ear awhile,  
and mark what I relate,  
There lives a man in Lambert Town,  
Governed by luckless fate:  
An Arhist he in Judgement is,  
not fearing Heaven nor Hell,  
But in presumption every day,  
'gainst God he doth rebel.   

He thus unto his Neighbours spoke,  
my sins quoth he are great,  
That I myself shall not attain,  
to fit i'th' Heavenly seat:  
Nor shall my souls go down to Hell,  
(sin doth not multiply)  
In heart I do believe that I  
a Pharisee shall die.   

This as a jeer he thus did say,  
blaspheming of our God,  
But such that will not him obey,  
shall surely feel his Rod:  
Like the fool he saith there is no God,  
but Men like Dogs must die,  
And have no other just reward,  
of bliss or Misery,   

But yet this Viper he is given  
to covet after Bold,  
Though neither he fears Hell nor Heaven  
as this for truth is told:  
A Commission he did seek to have,  
a villainous act to do,  
Then lift a while you standers by,  
and I'll declare't to you;   

Quoth he, if I a grant might have,  
and a commanding power,  
Each married Couple I would brand,  
to make their pleasure lower:  
But if full forty shillings they,  
to me would freely give,  
They should enjoy their Loves in peace,  
in Unity to live.   

But those which did this same deny,  
should feel my cruel ire  
With irons hot I would them burn,  
Hot with the flaming fire:  
With which, impression deep I'd make,  
and were'em by my side,  
The first that I in hand did take,  
should be a youngman's Bride.   

Inhuman like shus would he deal  
with those new married,  
His tyrant hand they sure should feel,  
so soon as they were wed,  
O what a tiger would he prove,  
if he in Office were,  
The like before in all my life,  
I never yet did here.    

The second Part,  
to the same Tune.  
 

HIs savage mind doth thirst for blood,  
he's of the swinish breed,  
And on the churlish cannibal,  
on men's flesh he would feed:  
And likewise the poor Female sex  
he'd punish with A brand,  
This all young folks he would peplex,  
Unless they'd bribe his hand.   

This great confusion in the Land,  
about Religion sure,  
Do bring men's hearts to heinous sins,  
for all they're counted pure:  
They climb so ho high above their reach,  
it is the brother's fricks,  
Then from the top they down do fall  
Headlong and break their Necks.   

So by that means there epicures,  
and Atheists they do rise,  
And Pharisees with their wild Sects,  
God's glory to despise,  
The Antinomians lead the way,  
for to commit all evil,  
Saying to sin it's for their good,  
though it lead them to the devil,   

When they in these wild ways are fixed,  
like Judas some despair,  
And presently go hang themselves,  
in conscience troubled are:  
●●me drowned themselves, some stab themselves,  
and some their throats do cut,  
When Men run headlong in their ways,  
Those God from him doth shut.   

Good Christians be not thus sedused,  
by Wolves clothed in Shéep-skins,  
For with your eyes you plainly see,  
God plagues us for our sins.  
If there be neither Heaven nor Hell,  
how comes it then to pass,  
In Winter time the Snow appears,  
in summertime the grass:   

The Sun the Moon, the Stars give light,  
as God hath so decreed,  
But he that saith there is no God,  
is sure a fool indeed,  
Let none delude you from the truth,  
but faithfully believe,  
That God is just in all his ways,  
so mayst thou Heaven receive,   

These vild Sectarians do annoy,  
and fill the land with sin,  
They're sevenfold nearer the sons of Hell,  
Than when they did begin:  
Believe not them, believe God's Word,  
so shalt thou live in peace,  
And let true-hearted Christians pray,  
that England's wars may seize.   

Lord bless thy Ministers which teach  
thy word in every Church,  
And break in too the sectaries,  
that would thy people lurch:  
Heaven prosper us that we may live,  
so as with you to dwell,  
For goodly men shall go to Heaven,  
and wicked ones to hell.   
FINIS.    

London Printed for C.D. 1649.