Among the purifidian Sect,
I mean the counterfeit Elect:
Zealous bankrupts, Punks devout,
Preachers suspended, rabble rout,
Let them sell all, and out of hand
Prepare to go to New England,
To build new Babel strong and sure,
Now call’d a Church unspotted pure.
There Milk from Springs, like Rivers, flows,
And Honey upon hawthorn grows;