On The New Forcers Of Conscience Under The Long Parliament
Because
you
have
thrown
of
your
Prelate
Lord,
And
with
stiff
vows
renounc'd
his
Liturgy,
To
seise
the
widow'd
whore
Plurality
From
them
whose
sin
ye
envi'd,
not
abhorr'd,
Dare
ye
for
this
adjure
the
civill
sword
To
force
our
consciences
that
Christ
set
free,
And
ride
us
with
a
classic
hierarchy
Taught
ye
by
meer
A.
S.
and
Rotherford?
Men
whose
Life,
Learning,
Faith
and
pure
intent
Would
have
been
held
in
high
esteem
with
Paul,
Must
now
he
nam'd
and
printed
Hereticks
By
shallow
Edwards
and
Scotch
what
d'ye
call:
But
we
do
hope
to
find
out
all
your
tricks,
Your
plots
and
packing
worse
then
those
of
Trent,
That
so
the
Parlament
May
with
their
wholesome
and
preventive
shears
Clip
your
phylacteries,
though
bauk
your
ears,
And
succour
our
just
fears,
When
they
shall
read
this
clearly
in
your
charge,
New
Presbyter
is
but
Old
Priest
writ
large.