"I come to charge yee
"That slight the Clergie,
"And pull the Miter from the Prelate's head;
"That you will bee wary,
"Lest you miscarry,
"In all these factious humours you have bred;
"But as for Brownists wee'l have none,
"But take them all; and hang them one by one.
"Your wicked Actions,
"Joyn'd in Factions,