“ O Scotland, I will tell thee thou haft a dreadful Blaft to bide, the like thereof thou never suffered, shalt be both Sifted and Fanned, and great shall thy Distress be, yea the very Godly shall be hopeless of Relief, and shall not know what hand to turn to. ”

“ O Scotland sad Peace, great Peace and little Truth, for Truth shall fall in the Streets, and few be found to mourn for it, and these that shall mourn for it, shall be mocked by those that should be their Friends, but then that shall not long laste. ”

“ Who shall abide the Day of his coming, and who shall shand when he appeareth, for he is like a Refiners Fire and Fullers Sope, he shall sit as a Refiner of Gold and Silver, and Refine the Sons of Levi, that they may offer unto the Lord an offering in Righteousness. ”