Forraign and domestick prophesies

The Judgment or rather prophesie of lear∣ned Brightman, drawn from his compendious and elaborate exposition on the Apocalyps of St John, where hee comments on the 7 Churches of Asia, Typifying Philadelphia to Scotland, and lukewarm Laodicea to the Church of England; wherein he concludes the fall of Bishops.

Of Philadelphia, or the Scottish Church.

And the Scottish Church that little seems and low, Shall in the end be their Bishops overthrow: By whose example England shall be drawn To question Miters, Copes, and Sleevs of Lawn. Then these with others shall combine in one, To extirpate the Pope from of his Throne.

Of luke-warm Laodicea, or the Church of England, Typified by the learned Brightman.

The Counter pain of Laodicea stands As third in rank in its Church of Englands hands; And by the Angel of the Church is meant The Pastor of the same or President. Of whom it is said of her, (no little blot) I know thy works, that art neither cold nor hot. What art thou then? some medley stuff compos'd Of hodg podg temper, fit to be disclos'd. Thou art not cold, thy Doctrine sound and pure, Such as a fiery tryal can endure: Nor art thou hot, thy zeal is of no price, Lo sing its heat, it falls as cold as ice. How else could a Reformed Church admit Of Popish Superstitions mixt with it?

They, thy insaniated senses charm To be nor one, nor either, but luke warm: 'Tis equal with thee to be Romish all, Not one of those which wee Refo••med call. If on this weak point thou thy judgment stay, To know Gods truth and serve him the wrong way. If Baal be God, before his fires appear; If God be God, follow him with fear. Hee is justly taxed of spiritual sloth, Who is a neuter and halteth between both. Wee of Laodicea further finde, The Text saith, Thou art naked, poor, and blinde: Not poor of suit, that were a blessed thing; For some did write, I and my King; Yet beggars too, but not of pence, but pounds, And besides Clergy Tythes of spiritual grounds. Dark art thou in thy Cannons long since past, As in those future, which will come on fast; Which throughly shifted, and in every part It will appear to all how blinde thou art. These, with thy Innovations cruel doomes, And Popish Trinkals, all which (once) were Romes, Ʋncover shall thy skirts, and (as I guess) Before the Nations shew thy nakedness: Which shall a double Sanedrine invite, To clip thy wings or plume thee quite.