A just and necessary apology against an unjust invective published

and saith, That people cannot with a safe conscience communicate with us, as it is, p. 23. nor acknowledge our Ministers to be their Pastors truly, as it is, p. 23. and will not forbear to preach those dangerous errors in our Churches, no wonder that any conscientious Presbyterian should be shy of admitting him to preach to their people.

and saith, That people cannot with a safe conscience communicate with us, as it is, p. 23. nor acknowledge our Ministers to be their Pastours truly, as it is, p. 23. and will not forbear to preach those dangerous errours in our Churches, no wonder that any conscientious Presbyterian should be shie of admitting him to preach to their people.

Neither is it my design to answer this book of 33. pages, in all the particulars,¹ Nam quis leget hac? As one said to a Philosopher, that in a great tempest at sea fell a asking many trifling Questions, Are we perishing, and dost thou trifle? So say I to M. Burton, Is the Ship of England a sinking, and are there truths of the highest concernment now in agitation, and shall I stand trifling away my precious time in long replies? I cannot do this, if I would; neither would I, if I could. And besides; this Truth is now grown stale and thread-bare, especially to this new-truth-itching age, and by this last book is so drowned in Gall and Wormwood, as that it may well lose: it's name, and be called Gall and Wormwood, as that star is, which fell from Heaven, Revel. 8.11. and as clothes when died receive the name of those colours into which they were died. And therefore I will not abuse either my self, or the patience of the Reader, or an Athenian eye so much as to frame an answer to every particular.

Neither is it my design to answer this book of 33. pages, in all the particulars,¹ Nam quis leget hac? As one said to a Philosopher, that in a great tempest at sea fell a asking many trifling Questions, Are we perishing, and dost thou trifle? So say I to M. Burton, Is the Ship of England a sinking, and are there truths of the highest concernment now in agitation, and shall I stand trifling away my precious time in long replies? I cannot do this, if I would; neither would I, if I could. And besides; this Truth is now grown stale and threed-bare, especially to this new-truth-itching age, and by this last book is so drowned in Gall and Wormwood, as that it may well lose: it's name, and be called Gall and Wormwood, as that star is, which fell from Heaven,