ANANIAS

A faithful Brother, if it please you. I understand no Heathen language, truly. Heathen Greek, I take it. All's Heathen, but the Hebrew. Please you, a Servant of the exiled Brothers, That deal with Widow's, and with Orphans goods; And make a joust account, unto the Saints: A Deacon. From Tribulation Wholesome, Our very zealous Pastor. Of what kind, Sir? Were the Orphans Parents Sincere professors? Because We then are to deal justly, and give (in truth) Their utmost value. No surely. The Brothers bid me ay unto you, Sir. Surely, they will not venture any more, Till they may see projection. You have had, For the Instruments, as bricks, and ome, and glasses, Already thirty pound; and, for Materials, They say, some ninety more: And, they have herd, since, That one, at Hiedelberg, made it, of and Egg And a small paper of Pinne-dust. In pure zeal, I do not Like the man: He is a Heathen. And speaks the language of Canaan, truly. He bears The visible mark of the beast, in his forehead. And for his Stone, it is a work of darkness, And, with Philosophy, blinds the eyes of man. Which his cannot: The sanctified cause Should have a sanctified course. I have not aedified more, truly, by man; Not, since the beautiful light, first, shone on me: And I am sad my zeal hath so offended. The motion's good. And of the Spirit; I will knock first: Peace be within. Christ-tide, I pray you. I have done. Bells' are profane, a tune may be religious. It is indeed and Idol I hate Traditions. I do not trust them. They are Popish, all. I will not peace. I will not— Please the profane, to grieve the godly. I may not. About the second day, of the third week, In the ninth Month? It will be joyful tidings to the Brothers. Lawful? We know no Magistrate Or, if we did, This's foreign coin. It's, Sir. The Brothers shall approve it lawful, doubt not. Where shall't be done? Peace to the Household. Casting of Dollars is concluded lawful. What is the Motive. They are profane, Lewd, superstitious, and idolatrous Breeches. Avoid Satan, Thou art not of the light. That Ruff of pride, About thy neck, betrays thee: and is the same With that, which the unclean Birds, in seventy-seven, Were seen to prank it with, on diverse coasts. Thou lookest Like Antichrist, in that lewd hat. Depart, proud Spanish Fiend. Child of perdition. Sir, I know The Spaniard hates the Brothers, and hath Spies Upon their Actions: And that this was one I make no scruple. But the holy Synod Have been in prayer, and meditation, for it. And it's revealed no less, to them, then me, That casting of Money is most lawful. I will tell This to the Elders, and the weaker Brothers, That the whole Company of the Separation May join in humble prayer again, Yea, for some fitter place. The Peace of mind Rest with these walls. Come forth, you Seed of Vipers, Sons of Belial, Your wickedness is broke forth: Abomination Is in the House. The place, It is become a Cage of unclean birds. Wee'll join, to weed them out. Call her not Sister. She is a Harlot, verily. Satan, avoid, and hinder not our zeal. Locusts Of the foul pit Worsethen the Grasshoppers, or the Lice of Egypt. Scorpions, And Caterpillars. They are the vessels Of shame, and of dishonour. To bear away the portion of the Righteous, Out of this den of Thieves. The goods, sometime the Orphans, that the Brothers Bought with their Silver pence. I do defy The wicked Mammon, so do all the Brothers, Thou profane Man. I ask thee, with what conscience Thou canst advance that Nemrod, against us, That have the seal? Were not the Shillings numbered, That made the Pounds? were not the Pounds told out, Upon the second day of the fourth week, In the eight month, upon the table dormant, The year, of the last patience of the Saints, Six hundred and ten. Sir. I am strong, And will stand up, well girded, against and Host, That threaten Gad in exile. I will pray there Against thy House: May Dogs defile thy walls, And Wasps and Hornets breed beneath thy roof, This seat of falsehood, and this cave of cos'nage. My name is Ananias.