buried it in the Valley of Hamon-gog, Ezek. 39.

Fourthly, At Funerals there does use to be Mourning and
lamentation, but here also Mr. Badman differs from others; his
Familiars cannot lament his departure, for they have not sence of
his damnable state; they rather ring him, and sing him to Hell in
the sleep of death, in which he goes thither. Good men count him
no loss to the world, his place can well be without him, his loss
is only his own, and 'tis too late for him to recover that dammage
or loss by a Sea of bloody tears, could he shed them. Yea, God has
said, he will laugh at his destruction, who then shall lament for
him, saying, Ah! my brother. He was but a stinking Weed in his
life; nor was he better at all in his death: such may well be
thrown over the wall without sorrow, when once God has plucked them
up by the roots in his wrath.

Reader, If thou art of the race, linage, stock or fraternity of Mr.
Badman, I tell thee before thou readest this Book, thou wilt
neither brook the Author nor it, because he hath writ of Mr. Badman
as he has. For he that condemneth the wicked that die so, passeth
also the sentence upon the wicked that live. I therefore expect
neither credit of, nor countenance from thee, for this Narration of
thy kinsmans life.

For thy old love to thy Friend, his wayes, doings, &c. will stir up
in thee enmity rather, in thy very heart, against me. I shall
therefore incline to think of thee, that thou wilt rent, burn, or
throw it away in contempt: yea and wish also, that for writing so
notorious a truth, some mischief may befall me. I look also to be
loaded by thee with disdain, scorn and contempt; yea that thou