A coppy of a letter written by John Lilburne, close prisoner in the wards of the fleet, which he sent to Iames Ingram and Henry Hopkins, wardens of the said fleet. Wherin is fully discovered their great cruelty exercised upon his body

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A coppy of a letter written by John Lilburne, close prisoner in the wards of the fleet, which he sent to Iames Ingram and Henry Hopkins, wardens of the said fleet. Wherin is fully discovered their great cruelty exercised upon his body
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Lilburne, John, 1614?-1657.
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[London? :: s.n.,
1640?]
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Levellers -- Early works to 1800.
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"A coppy of a letter written by John Lilburne, close prisoner in the wards of the fleet, which he sent to Iames Ingram and Henry Hopkins, wardens of the said fleet. Wherin is fully discovered their great cruelty exercised upon his body." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A05465.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 12, 2025.

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I Doe not (a) 1.1 feare the face nor power. of any mortall man, Though he against me rise, to doe the worst he can, Because my (b) 1.2 trust, my hope my strength, my confidence and aide Is in the Lord Iehovahs power, both now and ever staide. Therefore my soule shall never cease, Triumphantly to sing, Thou art my Fort,(c) 1.3 my sure defence, my Saviour and my King, For in my (d) 1.4 strayts and trials all, thou well with me hast delt, Thy mercies and (e) 1.5 upbearing hand, most sweetly I have felt. Thou hast in my (f) 1.6 distresses great, my stripes and bitter smart So held my soule as from thy truth, I never once did start. But to thy truth with cheerfulnesse, and courage have I stood, Though tortur'd for it were my flesh, and lost my dearest blood, When from Fleet-bridg to Westminster, at Carts Arsse I was whipt, Then thou with joy my soule (g) 1.7 upheldst, so that I never wept. Likewise when I on Pillary, in Pallace-yeard did stand, Then by thy helpe against my foes, J had the upper-hand, For openly I to their face, did there truely declare, That from the Pope our Prelates all, descended still they are, And that I might for what I said, make confirmation, J nam'd Chapters the 9. and 13. of Revelation. Likewise I then did fearelesly, unto the people shew That what Pocklington hath writ, is found now very true, Namely, that they com lineally, from (h) 1.8 Antichrist his Chaire, Even to him that now doth raigne, the great Arch-Bishop here. All which I did on Pillary, there offer to make good, Or else I would loose willingly, my best and dearest blood, Moreover there to Gods people, I did most plainly shew That we have been, and so are still, rul'd by a Popish crew; Therefore against them valiantly, we must (i) 1.9 fight in the feild, And to their Lawes at any hand, not ever once to yeild. But from their (k) 1.10 Yoake without delay, we must our neckes outdraw, If that we will true Subjects bee, unto our Saviours Law.(l) 1.11 Therefore my Freinds, if that you will, Christ Iesus here (m) 1.12 enjoy, Withdraw your selves from these vile men, and evey Popish toy, And (n) 1.13 naked Christ be willing still, and ready to embrace; Though for the same you suffer shame, and wicked mens (o) 1.14 disgrace, Because in him is more content, more full and (p) 1.15 sweeter blesse Then can be found in any (q) 1.16 thing; that in the world now is, And this I have by (r) 1.17 triall tound, what here I doe declare That to the comforts of our God, the Earthly nothing are,

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And he that will not (s) 1.18 quite denie, all things for Iesus sake, The joyes of Christ he neither heare, nor (t) 1.19 after shall partake; (v) 1.20 Reject their Antichristian Lawes, and from Christ never swerve, Because the Lord hath said on those, his (x) 1.21 wrath shall surely come, His sorest ire, his greatest stroakes, his deepest plagues and doome, That doe on hand or head receive, the Hell-marke of the Houre, Or doe the Beast and his image, not cease for to adore Thus and much more on Pillarie, there openlie I saide, Till at the last my mouth was gagd, and by them baselie staide; And threatened there once againe, that my backe should be wipt, If that my tongue but one word more, against Romes Preists let slipt, Thus with a straight Gagg in my mouth, about an houre stood I, Having my God to comfort mee, in all my miserie; And having stood a long time there, J was at length downe brought. Most sweetly cheered with (y) 1.22 his blood, that had my poore soul bought; And when I was come downe, J cheerefully did say, I am more then a Conquerer, (z) 1.23 through Christ that is my stay. Hallelujah, (a) 1.24 all blessing, glorie, honour, laud and praise, Be rendered to thee my God; of mee (b) 1.25 and thine alwaies, For though that I was in my selfe; a Creature poore and (c) 1.26 weake, Yet was J made through thy great strength, with boldnes for to speake It was (d) 1.27 thou Lord, that didst uphold, with mercie and thy grace, My feeble (e) 1.28 flesh so that I did, rejoyce in my disgrace, Thou fildst my soule so full of joy, and inward feeling peace As that my tongue thy praise to tell, no time shall ever cease, And now, O Lord, keepe thou my (g) 1.29 soule, most humblie I thee pray, That from thy just (h) 1.30 Commandements, I never runne a stray, But unto thee, and to thy Truth, my heart may still be fast, And not offend in any (i) 1.31 thing, so long as life doth last, And as thou hast in mee (i) 1.32 begunne, the saving worke of grace, So grant, that I thy poore servant, may still therein increase, And when I shall lay downe this House, of fraile mortalitie, Then let thy Angels bring my soule, sweet Iesus unto thee.

These Verses were my Meditation the next day, after the Executiō of my Censure; after the Warden of the Fleet had been with me, from the Lords of the Counsell, and had searched my Chamber, it being after noone, and I being not 〈…〉〈…〉

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