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The Rust of your Silver is rising up in Judgement against you, Burning your Flesh like Fire.

 



A SECOND

FIERY FLYING ROLL

to

all the inhabitants of the earth
specially to the rich ones

or

A sharp sickle thrust in to gather the clusters of the vines of the earth,
because her grapes are (now) fully ripe.
and the great, notable, terrible
(yet glorious and joyful)
day of the LORD is come,
even the day of the Lord's recovery and discovery
wherein the secrets of all hearts are ripped up,
and the secret villainies of the Holy Whore,
the well-favoured harlot
(who scorns carnal ordinances, 
and is mounted up into the notion of Spirituals)
is discovered,
and even her flesh burning with unquenchable fire,
and the pride of all glory staining.

Together with a narration of various strange yet true stories,
and several secret mysteries and mysterious secrets
which never were afore written or printed.

As also that most strange appearance of eternal wisdom,
and unlimited almightiness in choosing base things,
and why and how he chooses them,
and how
(most miraculously)
they
(even base things)
have been, are and shall be made fiery chariots,
to mount up some into divine glory and unspotted beauty and majesty,
and the glory that arises up from under them is confounded both 
Heaven and Earth.

With a word
(by way of preface)
dropping in as an inlet to the new Hierusalem.

These being some things of what are experimented.

Per Auxilium Patris כף

Howl, rich men, for the miseries that are (just now) coming upon you, 
the rust of your silver is rising up in judgement against you,
burning your flesh like fire &c.

And now I am come to recover my corn, my wool, and my flax, 
which thou hast (thievishly and hoggishly) detained from me,
the Lord God Almighty, in the poor and needy.

Also howl thou holy whore, thou well-favoured harlot,
for God and I have chosen base things to confound thee
and things that are.

And the secrets of all hearts are now revealing by my gospel, 
who am a stranger and besides myself to God,
for your sakes.

Wherefore receive me &c.
else expect that dismal doom,
depart from me ye cursed,
I was a stranger,
and ye took me not in. 

Printed in the Year 1649


Chapter I.

The author's commission to write, a terrible woe denounced against those that slight the Roll.
The Lord's claim to all things, together with a hint of a twofold recovery, where through the most hypocritical heart shall be ripped up.


1.

The word of the Lord came expressly to me
saying
write write write


2.

And ONE stood by me
and pronounced all these words to me with his mouth
and I wrote them with ink in this paper


3.

Wherefore in the name and power of the eternal God
I charge thee burn it not
tear it not
for if thou dost
I will tear thee to pieces
(saith the Lord)
and none shall be able to deliver thee for
(as I live)
it is the day of my judgement


4.

Read it through
and laugh not at it
if thou dost 
I'll destroy thee
and laugh at thy destruction


5.

Thus saith the Lord
though I have been a great while in coming
yet I am now come to recover my corn and my wool
and my flax &c
and to discover thy lewdness
Hos. 2.

thou art cursed with a curse
for thou hast robbed me
(saith the Lord)
of my corn, my wool, my flax &c
thou hast robbed me of my tithes
for the tithes are mine
Mal.3.
and the beasts on a thousand hills
yea, all thy bags of money, hayricks, horses
yea, all that thou called thine own are mine


6.

And now I am come to recover them all at thy hands
saith the Lord
for it is the day of my recovery
and the day of my discovery &c
and there is a twofold recovery of two sorts of things
inward and outward
or civil and religious
and through both a grand discovery of the secrets of the most hypocritical heart
and a ripping up of the bowels of the well-favoured harlot
the holy whore who scorns that which is called profaness
wickedness, looseness or libertinism
and yet herself is the mother of witchcraft
and of all the abominations of the earth

but more of this hereafter


7.

For the present
I say
thus saith the Lord
I am come to recover all my outward or civil rights
or goods which thou call thine own






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