The Newlanders cure Aswell of those violent sicknesses which distemper most minds in these latter dayes: as also by a cheape and newfound dyet, to preserue the body sound and free from all diseases, vntill the last date of life, through extreamity of age. Wherein are inserted generall and speciall remedies against the scuruy. Coughes. Feauers. Goute. Collicke. Sea-sicknesses, and other grieuous infirmities. Published for the weale of Great Brittaine, by Sir William Vaughan, Knight.

The eighth SECTION.

An Admonition to the Saints, to cont••••ue watch∣full and constant, and not to feare this last and great Persecution threatned by the Spirituall Dragon, and his Angels, although hee come prepared with all his stratagems, Ambusher, and with Multitudes of Men, like the sands of the Sea in Number.

VVEll may Esdraes Eagle muster; And bold Chaucers Griffon bluster; The Pellican, doe what they can, Will make them both Frer, Curse, and Ban. Let Romish Ne••••rods roare againe, Their Thundring shots will fall in Vaine. Then Woe to them, that flourish now, And who looke backe at Christ his Plow. When their great Ma••sters Vatican, Nor Basans Bulls protest them can. When his strong guarded Angelo, Shall not deliuer from this Woe

Them, who with Christians blood doe feast. When the false Prophet, scarlet Beast, The mounted VVhore of Babylon, The Man of sinne, perditions Sonne, The Mouth that speakes presumptuous things, The Mistery with Eagles wings, The Gog and Magog of the House, The old red Dragons Rendeuous: That Deceiuer, who in Gods Church, Sits as a God, and by the lurch Liues, and to sale puts Marchandise, Mens soules and bodies, with false lyes. All figures of false Antichrist, That dares vsurpe farre more, then Christ To his Apostles euer left: For hee quits Men of life bereft From Purging Flumes ten thousands yeares, And more hee spares Romes roaming Peeres. When that this Monsters triple Head Soule and Body in scalding Lead Shall boyle in Pits, and Lakes that swimme With Pitch and Brimstone to the brimme: Then will his Followers all too late, With Diues wayle their woefull Fate. Then they will wish with Yel••es and howles, That they had liu'd obscure, like Owles. Then they will see the diffrent manner, Of Iacobs fight, 'gainst Esaus Banner.

Then they will know Saint Michaels Armes, Wherwith he sa••es Gods Church from harms. For though the watch-men smote the Spouse, As shee sought Christ, yet still she growes, Untill her Seede, as heretofore, In spirit playes the arrant Whore. Let croaking Frogs, and chattring Pyes, Let Daniel's Horne with Mysticke eyes: Let curious Schoole-men, errours spawne, Grace and Faith, for Freewill pawne: Let such, as broach those Franticke Tales, Whom Old Saint Dauid chas'd from VVales, Pelagian wise, depart from hence; In spight of all wee haue defence. On Phisicke knowne our Cures relye, Let Mountebankes Elixirs trye: Men, who were call'd, but neuer Cull'd, Theeues of the House, by cro••chets gall'd. Wee feare strong flames; shr••bs safer lye From Lightnings blast, then Cedars high. The low-built Cot••age of a Clowne, Stands surer then the Triple Crowne. Aspiring doubts the Church our Mother, As Fancies Braine-wormes, bids vs smother When Seraphins were faine to Vaile, How could Arminius sight but faile? Let sober Learnings Oracles S••te for our eyes plaine Spectacles.

VVith these I see Free-will almost Through Faith regain'd, which Adam lost. The Glorious light restor'd our sight, What sinne had darkned, Grace sets right; And giues vs power, more or lesse, Yet Meanes enough, to sue for Peace. The Heart, which once Faith putrifies, Neuer quite dyes, nor purisies, Nor is a Christian iudged lost, Before hee slights the Holy Ghost; Before his Talent hee impaires; Or that, like Iudas, hee dispaires. God knowes already, who are his; Yet to make sure our Part it is; For otherwise wee should deface Elections Charter, seal'd of Grace. The summe is this: Christ dy'd for All. His Word calls All; some heare his Call; And by their deedes doe manifest, They enter shall into his Rest. Some few discreetly seeke to shunne A hardned Heart, ere day bee done. Mercy for Some there is in store. VVe hope the best: And who knowes more The Tith•• of houres reseru'd to Pray, The rest not wasted, may repay. The stony heart in Time relents; Much more our God, if Man repents,

And daily begges for Heauenly bread, His Iustice slackes; and wee are fed. But here's the worst, though Prayers draw, There lyes a Pad within the Straw. The Angell Good bids, Fast and Pray, The Angell Bad bids, Feast and Prey. Thus Rime is mar'd, true Prayer bard, A turn'd to E, the Cure made hard.