Rusticus ad academicos in exercitationibus expostulatoriis, apologeticis quatuor The rustick's alarm to the rabbies, or, The country correcting the university and clergy, and ... contesting for the truth ... : in four apologeticall and expostulatory exercitations : wherein is contained, as well a general account to all enquirers, as a general answer to all opposers of the most truly catholike and most truly Christ-like Chistians [sic] called Quakers, and of the true divinity of their doctrine : by way of entire entercourse held in special with four of the clergies chieftanes, viz, John Owen ... Tho. Danson ... John Tombes ... Rich. Baxter ... by Samuel Fisher ...

A Lamentation over Lost-Souls: With a Word of Warning to All Kings, Princes, Parliaments, Powers, And People to Beware of Such Priests, a•• Uphold the Devils Kingdome, by Pleading (Contrary to the Scriptures of Truth) A Continuance of Iniquity for Term of this Life, & A Necessity of Mens Transgressing of Gods Law while they Li••e in the World, Or have any Abode in the Body.

IN th' Snare You Are (Dear Souls) I truly Know it, And, Wot I't Not, yet there is. That doth Shew it; For First, that's Worst, You are Beset with Sin; Next Those are Foes without, (for That's With-in) Who Preach, yea Teach, Yee cannot Live with-out it; Who Hint, Live In't, yet shall Yee Live, ne'r Doubt it▪ Such Watchmen Catch men in Sins Snares, not Out, By Such, how Much to take Sin lies at Scout Y••u In its Gin, You'l know when th' Light is Heeded: Know'•• Now, and How Christ Iesus is not Needed, To Win from Sin, if in it Souls can Thrive, To Save from th' Grave, if there Souls are Alive. I Trow, You'l Know, You Cannot Live in Sin, When All Dy Shall, who Live, and Dy there-in: Wherefore, before you Live You ought t' Eschew it; Then Must (I Trust) even whilst you Live, or Rue it. Read This (for 'tis a Ridd••e else) in th' Light; Heart Read, for th' Head herein obtains no Sight: Its Wis-dom Is too Dim this Depth to Enter, Vn-lesse you Guesse by th' Spirit, which Dives to th' Center. Give Ore, no More your selves with Vain Hopes Cherish, For Lie, and Die in Sin who doth doth Perish. But Lay Away all Weights, Sins, which be-set you Abandon, And shake off such Priests, as Let you, And Shun, that Run you may, with Saints, that Race, Which Brings with Wings from Sin, to th' Holy Place. To th' Place, where Grace is Perfect, Holy Sion; The Mount, where (Count upon't) there comes no Lyon, Nor Man that Can work Evil, where the Pure In Heart leave Part Alone, and their Right's Sure: For While You Stile those Saints, who plead for Evil, And Them Christ's Members, who still Serve the Devil, Nor Leave, but Cleave to Them, the Light ye Flee, And Sure, ye Pure (as Christ is) cannot Be. For Hire They Tire You out with Talk, ••ut Know Their Words are Swords, which will Souls Over-throw. Their Eyes toward Lyes are set, Truth They Be-spatter; Time-Serving, Swerving still from God They Scatter. They Sooth, speak Smooth, Charm, Dawb, Sow Pillowes, Flatter, Cry Peace, where Peace is Not; So ends this Matter.

Sam Fisher.