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The Execution of the COVENANT, Burnt by the Common-Hang-man Edward Dun, PRESBYTER, May 22. 1661.

Published for the use of Dr. B. and Mr. Notcrof, and the rest of the Rigid Presbyterians.

THe News I pray! What doth this Throug infer? Do ye not know? DƲN is turn'd PRESBYTER. Well then! I see the Brethren in spite Of BISHOPS, have obtained a PROSELITE; One that will soon be on the Rigid Score, And be a cause of turning many more. Make him an ELDER then! Indeed ye shall: For he is one that may advance you all. That he is now a BROTHER, you must grant, For I did see him take the COVENANT. Take it indeed; yet you must understand, 'Twas but to give't the Honour of his Hand. But to be bold, and come a little nigher, He took it, true, but threw it in the Fire. In which he shew'd himself a CHRISTIAN right, To let the Works of Darknesse come to light. Bark then PHANATICKS, who like Demophon, Glow in the shade, and Freeze still in the SUN. Howle Millenaries, Independents too,

And Anabaptists, that Heretick Crew Of Presbyterian By-blowes; If these Flashes Be Sacred to you, Come and Urn the Ashes; For We esteem the Reliques of these Sheets Too dirty and debaucht to pave our Streets. This Mouth-Granado, from that Scotch-witch came To set three Glorious Kingdoms in a flame. A Covenant? No, 'twas a Conspiracy, Plotted by Brethren in Iniquity. Bold Assassin's that durst attempt all ill, And Holocaust whole Kingdoms to Self-will. Mend, mend, for shame, your Brother else will look, To hang the Authors, as he burn't the Book. But he presumes, or hopes, ye'l rather turn, Than follow your black Juncto to the Urn. While I thus thinking am, who would desire, (Where it to Roast a RUMP) a fitter fire? In which it now hath pleas'd the Fates to grant, The Dissolution of the— — COVENANT.