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thy Conscience will tell thee: The Ancient of Days will reprove
thee. How hath Zeal appeared to be the Blind Zeal; a Perse-
cutor, which Christ and his Apostles forbad Christians to follow!
How hast thou strengthened the Hands of Evil-doers, and been a
Praise to them, and not to them that do well! How like a Mad-
man, and a Blind-man didst thou turn thy Sword backward against
the Saints, against whom there is no Law! How wilt thou be
gnawed and burned one Day, when thou shalt feel the Flame and
have the Plagues of God poured upon thee, and thou begin to gnaw
thy Tongue for Pain, because of the Plagues! Thou shalt have thy
Reward according to thy Works: Thou canst not escape; the Lords
righteous Judgments will find thee out, and the Witness of God in
thy Conscience shall answer it. How hast thou caused the Heathen
to Blaspheme, and gone on with the Multitude to do Evil, and
joined hand in hand with the wicked! How is thy latter End worse
than thy Beginning, who art come with the Dog to bite, and art
turned as a Wolf, to devour the Lambs! How hast thou discovered
thy self to be a Man more fit to be kept in a place to be nurtured,
than to be set in a Place to nurture! How wast thou exalted and
puffed up with Pride! And now art thou fallen down with Shame,
that thou comest to be covered with that, which thou stirredst up,
and broughtest forth. Let not John Sawrey take the VVords of God
into his Mouth, till he be Reformed: Let him not take his Name
into his Mouth, till he depart from Iniquity. Let not him and his
Teacher make a Profession of the Saints VVords, except they intend
to proclaim themselves Hypocrites, whose Lives are so contrary to the
Lives of the Saints; whose Church hath made it self manifest to be
a Cage of Unclean Birds. You having a Form of Godliness, but not
the Power, have made them that be in the Power, your Derision,
your By-word, and your Talk at your Feasts. Thy ill Savour, John
Sawrey, the Country about have smelled, and of thy unchristian Car-
riage all that fear God have been ashamed; and to them thou hast
been a Grief: In the Day of Account thou shalt know it, even in
the Day of thy Condemnation. Thou wast mounted up, and hadst
set thy Nest on high; but never gottest higher, than the Fowls of the
Air: But now thou art run amongst the Beasts of Prey, and art fal-
len into the Earth; so that Earthliness and Covetousness hath swal-
lowed thee up: and thy Conceitedness would not carry thee through,
in whom was found the selfish Principle, which hath blinded thy
Eye. Thy Back must be bowed down always; for thy Table is already
become thy Snare.
G. F.
This Justice Sawrey, who was the first Persecutor in that Country,
was afterward drowned.
I writ also to William Lampit, who was the Priest of Ulverston;
and thus it was upon me to write unto him:
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