Against Cinna a Brownist, that saith he is sure to be saued

IF thou remaine so sure of thine election,
As thou said'st, Cinna, when we last disputed,
That to thy soule, no sinne can be imputed:
That thy strong Faith, hath got so sure protection:
That all thy faults are free from all correction.
Heare then my counsell, to thy state well suted,
It comes from one, that beares thee kinde affection
'Tis so infallible, that no obiection
There is, by which it may be well confuted.
Leaue, Cinna, this base earth with sinne polluted.
And to be free from wicked mens subiection,
And that the Saints may be by thee saluted,
Forsake wife, friends, lands, goods & worldly pelfe
And get a halter quickly, and goe hang thy selfe.