A propheticall love-song by one of the sons of Zion, in the dayes of his youth, in his travel towards the holy land through the wilderness. Being a certain true testimony by an infallible spirit of prophesie, of what should befall him in his safe arrival there, with the certainty of that and his portion then. In which is intermingled the miserable estate of all the gentiles, the wicked world, the backsliding house of Israel, the Jews called by the name of Quakers, as it was given forth about the beginning of the a month, 1661. With several other things since, and some before, as at the beginning of each is expressed. And now published in its season, by John Thomas.

The Pedigree of the Seed of Jacob.

BEhold thy line, thy linage, thy descent, Thy pedigree, thy coat of Arms, thy tent, Thy habitation, thy abiding place, Thy kindred all sprung from a royal race, Before the Earth or Heavens yet were made, Before the deeps, or Adam used a spade; Before that Eve brought either son or daughter, Before she knew what mourning was or laughter, Before the Hills or Mountains yet were known, Before a Sun in Firmament was shown, Before the Moon or Stars at all appeared, Thou wert by him that made them all indeared: Yea, thou wer't precious in his glorious eye, And much esteem'd and made to stand him nigh;

Thou wer't one with him though you seem'd apart, Yet were you one united in one heart. Hence didst thou spring, hence didst thou first arise, This is the root of all thy progenies. He that will read this noble Heraldry, Must live in light, or else he cannot spy The depth hereof, nor understand the phrase, It is not known in any other place.