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A Secret yet Sharp, Terrible, Unexpected.


 

Chapter VI.

Great ones must bow to the poorest peasants, or else they must rue for it. No material sword, or humane power whatsoever, but the pure spirit of Universal Love, which is the eternal God, can break the neck of tyranny, oppression, abominable pride and cruel murder. A catalogue of several judgements recited, as so many warning pieces to appropriators, impropriators and anti free-communicants &c. The strongest, yea purest propriety that may plead most privilege shall suddenly be confounded.


1.

Again
thus saith the Lord
I in thee
who am eternal majesty
bowed down thy form
to defomity

and 
I in thee
who am durable riches
commanded
thy perishable silver to the poor
&c

thus saith the Lord
kings, princes, lords
great ones
must bow to the poorest peasants
rich men must stoop to poor rogues
or else they'll rue for it

this must be done two ways

you shall have one short dark hint

Will Sedgewick

(in me)

bowed to that poor deformed 
ragged wretch
that he might enrich him
in impoverishing himself

he shall gain him
and be no great loser himself
&c


2.

Well!
we must all bow
and bow
&c

and meum
must be converted

it is but yet a very little while
and you shall not say that ought
that you possess is your own
&c

read
Acts 2.
towards the end
chap. 4.31 
to the end
with chap. 5.1.2
to the 12.

it is but a little while
and the strongest
yea, the seemingly
purest propriety
which may mostly
plead privilege and prerogative
from scripture and carnal reason
shall be confounded and plagued
into community and universality
and there's a most glorious design in it
and equality, community
and Universal Love
shall be in request
to the utter confounding of abominable pride
murder, hypocrisy, tyranny and oppression
&c
the necks whereof can never be chopped off
or these villainies ever hang'd up
or cut off by material sword
by humane might, power or strength
but by the pure spirit of Universal Love
who is the God whom all the world

(of Papists
Protestants
Presbyterians
Independants
Spiritual Notionists
&c)

ignorantly worship


3.

The time coming
yea, now is
that you shall not dare to say
your silver or gold in your own

it's the Lord's

you shall not say it is your own
lest the rust thereof rise up
in judgement against you
and burn your flesh
as it were fire

neither shall you dare to say
your ox
or your ass
is your own

it's the Lord's

and if the Lord
have need of an ass
he shall have him

or if two of his disciples
should come to unloose him
I will not

(for a thousand
worlds)

call them thieves
lest the ass should 
beat my brains out
my bread is not mine own

it's the Lord's

and if a poor rogue
should ask for it
the Lord has needs of it
he should have it
lest it should stick in my throat
and choke me one way or other


4.

Once more

Impropriators!

Appropriators!

go to weep and howl
&c

Jam. 5.1 to the 7

the rust of your silver shall rise

(is rising up)

against you
burning your flesh
as it were fire
&c

that is

(in a word)

a secret yet sharp
terrible
unexpected
and unsupportable plague
is rising up
from under all
that you call your own
when you go to count your money
you shall verily think the Devil
stands behind you
to tear you in pieces
you shall not put bread
in your mouths
but the curse shall come along with it
and choke you one way or other
all your former sweets
shall be mingled
with gall and wormwood

I give you 
but a hint

it's the last days


5.

Well!

do what you will or can
know you have been warned
it is not for nothing
that I 
the Lord
with a strong wind cut off

(as with a sickle)

the fullest fairest
ears of corn
this harvest
and dropped them
on purpose for the poor
who had as much right to them
as those that

(impudently
and wickedly
thievishly
and hoggishly)

style themselves
the owners of the Lord


6.

It's not for nothing
that such various strange kinds
of worms
grubs and caterpillars

(my strong host
saith the Lord of Hosts)

have been sent into some grain

neither is in vain
that I the Lord sent
the rot among so many sheep
this last year
if they had been resign'd to me
and you had kept 
a true communion
they had not been given up
to that plague


7.

It's not in vain
that so many towns and houses
have been lately fired
over the heads of the inhabitants

neither is it in vain
that I the Lord fired
the barning and ricks
of a miser in Worcestershire

(this year)

the very same day
that he brought in his own
as he accounted it

on the very same day

(I say)

his barning and ricks
were fired down to the very ground
though multitudes of very expert men
in the employment
came to quench it

of this
the writer of this scroll
was an eyewitness


8.

Impropriators!

Appropriators!

Misers!

a fair warning

more of you shall be served 
with the same source
others of you 
I'll deal with all
in another way
more terrible than this
saith the Lord
till you resign

Misers!

'specially you holy Scripturian misers
when you would say grace
before and after meat
read James 5.1 to 7
& Hosea 2.8, 9.10



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