The Quakers prophesy: Or Strange and Wonderful News from Spittle-Fields, Humbly Dedicated to the Queen of Poland.  
To the Tune of, Then Covetousness out of England will Run.  

I.  
Come all my kind Neighbours and listen a while,  
I'll sing you a song that will make you to smile:  
When all this comes to pass as sure as a gun,  
Then Presbyter Jack out of England will run.   

II.  
When Oliver, and Shaftsbury comes to life again,  
And are to be seen upon Salesbury plain:  
When all this is true as sure as a gun,  
Then Presbyter Jack out of England will run.   

III.  
When Russel, and Hone this news they do hear,  
It will make college and Walcot to stare:  
Then Rouse will swore at them as sure as a gun,  
When Presbyter Jack out of England is run.   

IIII.  
Sir Thomas Armstrong he was a great fool,  
But Sq. catch his Courage did cool:  
If that he comes again as sure as a gun,  
Then Presbyter Jack out of England will run.   

V.  
Curtis, and Care, and two very great Knave's,  
One the profit of Lybels they do live brave:  
Tell they are hanged as sure as a gun,  
Then Shaftsbury in Hell will say nothing but mum.   

VI.  
If Bradshaw, and Hueson were again at White-hall,  
'tis ten to one against King they would brall:  
And if Essex, were here as sure as a gun,  
Then Presbyter Jack out of England will run.   

VII.  
When Hueson the cobbler mends shoes for whiggs state,  
Then Phenatick Preaching will something abate:  
When these things comes to pass as sure as a gun,  
Then Presbyter Jack out of England will run.    

A New Song called Love in a Tub.  
To an new tune called Daniel Cooper.  

I.  
A Female Quaker in Cheap-side,  
She loved a presbyterian;  
Her Husband she could not abide,  
Because he was not handsome.  
She having got a new great Tub,  
Which stood up in the Garrat;  
Then on a day when he was out,  
O there she played the harlot.   

II.  
In the mean while her Husband came,  
And cot them both together;  
In the Tub they both were in,  
Where Presbyter embrace her:  
But when her Husband she did see,  
O she was sore amazed;  
On one another they did look,  
And on him soundly gazed.   

III.  
villain quoth he, why dost thou so,  
Dost think I will thee pardon;  
Except a hundred pound I have,  
I'll bait the not one Farthing.  
With that the Wigg, gave free consent,  
And paid him down the Money;  
The Quaker with his Wife content,  
For playing with her Coney.   
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for Absalon Chamberlain, in Red-bull Play-house-yard over against the Pound in St. John-street; near Clerken-well-green.