They prate of God; believe it, Fellow-Creature,
There’s no such Bug-bear, all was made by Nature:
We know all came of nothing, and shall passe
Into the same condition once it was,
By Natures power: and that they grossly lie,
That say there’s hope of immortality:
Let them but tell us what a soul is, then
We will adhere to these madbrain sick men.
From The Arraignment and Tryall with a Declaration of the Ranters, 1650. This is making fun of what the Ranters stood for.