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My Dear One, All or None, Everyone under the Sun.

 




A FIERY FLYING ROLL

a

Word from the Lord to all the Great Ones
of the Earth,
whom this may concern,

being

the Last Warning Piece
at the Dreadful Day 
of Judgement.

For now the LORD is come

to

inform
advise and warn
charge
judge and sentence

the Great Ones.

As also
most passionately informing,
and most lovingly and pathetically advising and warning

London

with a Terrible Word and Fatal Blow
from the LORD
upon the gathered CHURCHES.

and all by his Most Excellent MAJESTY
dwelling in and shining through
AUXILIUM PATRIS

alias COPPE

with another FLYING ROLL ensuing

(to all the Inhabitants of the Earth)

the contents of both following.


Isa. 23.9: The Lord of Hosts (is) staining the pride of all glory, and bringing into contempt all the honourable (persons and things) of the Earth. 

O London, London, how would I gather thee, as a hen gathers her chickens under her wings, etc.

Know thou (in this thy day) the things that belong to thy peace.

I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the Synagogue of Satan, Rev. 2.9.


Imprinted at London
in the beginning of that notable day,
wherein the secrets of all hearts are laid open,
and wherein the worst and foulest of villainies are discovered,
under the best and fairest outsides. 

1649


THE PREFACE.

An inlet into the Land of Promise, the New Jerusalem, and a gate into the ensuing discourse worthy of serious consideration.

My Dear One,
All or None, 
Everyone under the Sun,
Mine Own,
My Most Excellent Majesty
(in me),

has strangle and variously transformed this form,

And behold by mine own Almightiness
(in me)
I have been changed in a moment, 
in the twinkling of an eye,
at the sound of the trump.

And now the Lord is descended from Heaven,
with a shout, 
with the voice of the Archangel,
and with the trump of God. 

And the sea,
the earth,
yea, all things
are now giving up their dead.

And all things that ever were, are, or shall be visible
are the grave wherein the King of Glory
(the eternal, invisib'e Almightiness has lain as it were)
dead and buried.

But behold,
behold,
he is now risen with a witness,
to save Zion with vengeance,
or to confound and plague all things into himself;

who by his mighty Angel is proclaiming
(with a loud voice)

that sin and transgression
is finished and ended;

and everlasting righteousness brought in;

and the everlasting Gospel preaching;

which everlasting Gospel is brought in
with most terrible earthquakes,
and heaven quakes, 
and with signs and wonders
following.

Amen.


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