BY JERRARD WINSTANLEY.

When these clay bodies are in grave, and children stand in place,
This shows we stood for truth and peace and freedom in our days;
And true-born sons we shall appear of England that's our Mother,
No Priests nor Lawyers wiles t'embrace, their slavery we'll discover."

This pamphlet, too, commences with a Dedicatory Letter, which opens as
follows:

"TO THE CITY OF LONDON,--Freedom and Peace desired,--{6}Thou City
of London, I am one of thy sons by freedom, and I do truly love thy
peace. While I had an estate in thee, I was free to offer my Mite
into thy Public Treasury, Guildhall, for a preservation to thee and
to the whole Land. But by thy cheating sons in the thieving art of
buying and selling, and by the burdens of and for the soldiery in
the beginning of the War, I was beaten out of both estate and
trade, and forced to accept of the good-will of friends, crediting
of me, to live a Country life. There likewise by the burthen of
Taxes and much Free Quarter my weak back found the burthen heavier
than I could bear. Yet in all the passages of these eight years
troubles, I have been willing to lay out what my talent was, to
procure England's peace inward and outward; and yet all along I
have found such as in words have professed the same cause to be
enemies to me."

It then briefly summarises Winstanley's past actions, as well as the
causes that inspired them, and the position in which he finds himself in
consequence thereof, as follows: