"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,