And now I have said what was upon my Spirit for your sake, when, for the satisfaction of such as (through its effect upon your soule) this Addresse of mine may possibly come to, I have religiously declared, that the Person who writ it, had no unworthy or sinister design of his owne to gratifie, much lesse any other party whatever; as being neither Courtier, Souldier, or Church-man, but a plain Country Gentleman, engag’d on neither side, who, has had leisure, (through the goodnesse of God) candidly, and without passion to examine the particulars which he has touched, and expects no other reward in the successe of it, then what Christ has promised in the Gospels:  The Benediction{5} of the peace maker; and which he already feels in the discharge of his Conscience being for his own particular, long since resolv’d with himself, to persist in his Religion, and his loyalty to the death; come what will; as wrongfully perswaded, that all the persecutions, losses, and other accidents which may arrive him for it here, are not worthy to be compared to that eternall{6} weight of glory which is to be revealed hereafter; and to the inexpressible consolation, which it will afford on his Death-bed, when all these guilded pleasures will disappear, this noise, and empty pompe, when God shall set all out sins in order before us; and when, it is certain, that the humble, and the peaceable, the charitable and the meek shall not loose their reward, not change their hopes, for all the Crownes and the Scepters, the Lawrells and the Trophies which ambitious and self seeking men contend for, with so much Tyrannie and injustice.

Let them therefore no longer deceive you, dear Sr. and as the guise of these vile men is, tell you they are the Godly-party, under which for the present they would pass, and courage themselves in their wickedness, stoping their ears, and shutting their eyes against all that has been taught and practised by the best of Christians, & holiest of Saints these sixteen hundred years:  You shall know them by their fruites, do men gather Grapes of Thornes, or Figs of Thistles? But so, being miserably gall’d with the remembrance of their impieties, and the steps by which they have ascended to those fearfull precepices, they seek to allay the secret pangs of a gnawing worme, by adopting the most prodigious of their crimes into a Religion fitted for the purpose, and versatile as their giddy interest, till at last, encourag’d by the number of thriving Proselytes and successes, they grow feared and confident; swallowing all with ease, and passing from one heresie to another; whilst yet they are still pursued, and shalt never be at repose:  For Conscience will at last awake, and then how frightful, how deplorable, yea, how inexpressably sad will that day be unto them! For these things have they done, and I held my tongue (saith God)_ and they thought wickedly, that I am such a one as themselves; but I will reprove them and set before them the things that they have done.  O consider this ye that forget God, least he pluck you away, and there be none to deliver you!_