Seasonable thoughts in sad times being some reflections on the warre, the pestilence, and the burning of London, considered in the calamity, cause, cure / by Joh. Tabor.
Tabor, John.
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Seasonable thoughts in sad times being some reflections on the warre, the pestilence, and the burning of London, considered in the calamity, cause, cure / by Joh. Tabor.
Tabor, John.
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London :
1667.
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Seasonable
Thoughts
in
Sad
Times
,
Being
some
REFLECTIONS
ON
THE
WARRE
,
THE
PESTILENCE
,
AND
THE
BURNING
OF
LONDON
.
Considered
in
the
Calamity
,
Cause
,
Cure.
By
Joh.
Tabor
,
M.
A.
Non
placentia
,
sed
utilia
.
Amos
4.10
.
I
have
sent
among
you
the
Pestilence
after
the
manner
of
Egypt
,
your
young
men
have
I
slain
with
the
Sword
,
&c.
I
have
overthrown
some
of
you
as
God
overthrew
Sodom
and
Gomorrah
,
and
ye
were
as
a
fire-brand
pluckt
out
of
the
burning
,
yet
have
ye
not
returned
to
me
saith
the
Lord
,
&c.
And
Psal
.
141.5
.
Let
the
righteous
smite
me
,
it
shall
be
a
kindness
,
and
let
him
reprove
me
,
it
shall
be
an
excellent
Oyl
which
shall
not
break
my
head
,
for
yet
my
prayer
also
shall
be
in
their
calamity
.
London
,
Printed
for
Anne
Sell
,
1667.
To
the
Right
Worshipful
Sir
GERVASE
ELWES
Knight
and
Baronet
,
One
of
His
Majesties
Deputy
Leiutenants
in
the
County
of
Suffolk
,
and
Justice
of
the
Peace
and
Quorum
for
the
Counties
of
Essex
and
Suffolk
.
Right
Worshipful
!
THE
knowledge
of
your
Piety
and
Virtue
,
Candour
and
Benignitie
,
emboldens
me
to
address
these
Reflections
on
our
Calamities
,
with
their
Cause
,
and
Cure
,
to
the
world
,
under
the
shadow
of
your
Name
,
and
favour
;
presuming
that
with
the
regularly
devout
,
and
truly
pious
,
such
as
you
are
,
they
may
find
favour
,
though
perhaps
not
pleasing
the
nicer
Wits
of
this
curious
Age
,
who
will
mind
more
the
strain
of
Poetry
than
Piety
,
and
like
Children
throw
away
the
kernel
to
play
with
the
shell
:
and
since
they
so
freely
and
impartially
taxe
the
Vices
of
all
,
yet
only
the
humble
,
and
pious
will
endure
to
hear
of
their
faults
,
and
there
?
are
few
such
in
these
Atheistical
dayes
,
possibly
distasting
many
licentious
and
erroneous
persons
,
which
yet
discourages
me
not
from
endeavouring
to
amend
our
sad
Times
,
the
complaint
of
all
mouths
,
by
reforming
our
evil
Manners
,
the
care
of
few
.
Now
(
Noble
Sir
)
you
sheltered
my
person
under
your
roof
,
and
favour
in
the
late
Times
of
Tyranny
and
Confusion
;
and
when
I
entered
into
the
Ministery
by
the
Dore
,
with
an
Episcopal
Ordination
on
my
head
,
in
a
time
,
and
place
that
would
for
that
cause
only
render
me
slighted
and
rejected
of
the
most
,
you
therefore
contracted
the
beams
of
your
Countenance
more
auspiciously
upon
me
;
nor
shunned
to
impart
to
me
your
pious
and
loyal
thoughts
of
heart
for
our
then
persecuted
Church
,
and
distressed
Soveraign
.
A
confidence
you
were
pleased
to
put
in
me
,
which
hath
inseparably
obliged
my
soul
to
you
in
the
greatest
sincerity
and
dearness
of
honour
and
affection
;
so
that
if
I
may
be
so
free
with
you
,
I
can
sincerely
profess
,
no
Gentleman
in
the
world
possesses
a
greater
love
and
esteem
in
my
heart
than
your self
.
I
saw
your
exuberance
of
joy
,
and
extasie
of
spirit
when
you
received
the
happy
tidings
of
the
then
Parliaments
Vote
for
his
Majesties
Restauration
,
as
therein
for
seeing
the
return
of
Glory
and
Prosperity
to
our
Land
:
and
by
this
,
though
absent
from
you
,
I
can
easily
guess
at
the
greatness
of
your
sorrow
for
your
Nations
sufferings
since
:
Besides
,
you
have
been
no
small
sufferer
in
these
woes
,
chiefly
in
the
fire
,
in
reference
to
your
own
Concernments
and
your
Relations
:
and
therefore
I
conceive
a
Poem
of
the
nature
and
design
this
is
,
may
not
be
unacceptable
to
you
.
And
since
I
have
had
thoughts
of
making
my
Reflection
on
these
things
publick
,
thinking
to
contribute
something
to
the
return
of
our
prosperity
,
by
turning
if
it
may
be
,
some
from
their
iniquity
,
I
have
been
glad
hereby
to
catch
the
opportunity
,
to
testifie
to
the
world
my
due
resentments
of
your
manifold
undeserved
kindnesses
;
a
grateful
acknowledgment
being
the
only
requital
I
am
able
to
make
for
all
your
accumulated
favours
,
a
poor
requital
indeed
,
when
thus
by
paying
my
old
score
I
run
but
farther
into
your
debt
,
begging
your
acceptance
from
him
,
who
remains
Your
very
much
obliged
Servant
John
Tabor
.
TO
THE
Pious
Unprejudiced
READER
,
giving
an
account
of
the
ensuing
Poem
.
Christian
Reader
,
THE
dismal
Dispensations
of
Divine
Providence
towards
us
,
in
that
series
of
sad
Judgments
lately
inflicted
on
us
,
viz.
the
destroying
War
,
devouring
Pestilence
,
and
desolating
Fire
in
London
,
having
swallowed
up
my
Soul
in
a
deep
sense
of
our
hainous
sins
as
the
true
cause
of
our
heavy
sufferings
,
I
remained
some
time
in
a
confused
plunge
of
spirit
hereby
,
all
other
business
and
employs
superseded
,
till
at
last
recollecting
my
disordered
thoughts
,
I
brought
them
to
a
certain
composure
,
and
to
render
them
more
profitable
to
my self
,
and
to
allay
the
sharpness
of
sorrow
with
the
pleasure
of
some
phancy
,
I
framed
them
in
metre
.
I
began
with
the
War
,
therein
considering
not
the
History
as
to
the
management
of
men
,
but
the
calamity
as
to
the
judgment
of
God
:
I
went
on
with
the
Pestilence
guided
in
my
Contemplation
by
the
course
of
that
,
considering
the
rise
,
increase
,
progress
,
and
deplorable
effects
thereof
,
as
they
happened
,
but
having
no
thoughts
all
this
time
of
publishing
what
I
wrote
,
concluding
with
my self
in
regard
these
Reflections
would
not
be
sin
shed
but
with
the
Sickness
,
they
would
be
then
less
seasonable
,
acceptable
and
profitable
to
the
Publick
,
the
sense
of
Judgments
too
frequently
wearing
off
with
the
suffering
,
and
scarce
any
thing
concerning
them
than
making
impression
on
most
hearts
.
But
then
the
startling
and
astonishing
news
of
the
Cities
Conflagration
,
hurried
my
Muse
to
a
new
wrack
of
tormenting
griefs
,
rending
me
as
many
others
for
a
time
capable
of
nothing
but
to
stand
in
the
way
for
News
,
wherein
for
some
days
together
we
still
met
with
Job's
messengers
,
with
sad
tidings
of
increasing
misery
:
till
at
length
occurring
the
joyful
report
of
the
miraculous
extinguishing
of
the
Flames
,
and
unexpected
Preservation
of
the
unconsumed
part
of
the
City
and
Suburbs
,
my
mind
became
more
sedate
and
quiet
,
and
my
Muse
set
her self
to
reflect
on
this
woe
as
the
former
,
not
without
some
thoughts
of
Publication
,
imagining
this
had
revived
mens
sense
of
Gods
just
displeasure
,
and
might
render
them
capable
of
remorse
for
their
sins
,
procuring
these
dire
effects
of
it
in
such
a
dreadful
succession
of
woes
:
then
purposing
to
discover
all
our
sins
as
cause
of
our
sufferings
,
and
knowing
that
by
the
Law
is
the
knowledge
of
sin
,
I
run
over
the
Law
of
God
in
my
thoughts
,
and
observed
how
sins
of
all
sorts
against
every
Commandment
,
and
others
more
directly
against
the
Gospel
abound
among
us
,
so
that
our
sins
being
found
so
great
,
and
numerous
,
we
may
not
wonder
our
sufferings
have
been
so
many
and
calamitous
:
And
what
ever
God
in
his
merciful
Providence
may
seem
to
be
doing
for
the
removal
of
his
Judgments
,
and
restoring
of
Health
,
and
Peace
,
and
Prosperity
to
us
,
and
we
may
flatter
our selves
with
hopes
of
seeing
good
days
again
;
yet
otherwise
than
on
the
foundation
of
our
Repentance
and
better
Obedience
,
can
we
build
no
assurance
of
setled
Prosperity
for
the
future
;
for
should
it
now
clear
up
,
yet
another
cloud
may
soon
rise
,
if
we
still
provoke
the
God
of
Heaven
.
And
therefore
I
proceed
to
add
an
Hortatory
part
,
perswading
to
Repentance
and
Obedience
to
Gods
Laws
,
as
the
most
certain
cure
of
our
Calamities
,
and
sure
way
to
have
better
times
,
which
,
(
if
(
as
we
hope
)
our
woes
are
in
a
manner
past
,
yet
)
may
be
of
good
use
to
us
all
for
the
securing
us
in
a
flourishing
condition
for
time
to
come
,
the
Prosperity
of
any
People
usually
ebbing
and
flowing
with
their
Piety
and
Virtue
.
And
so
at
last
,
I
add
a
Consolatory
Part
as
a
Cordial
for
to
chear
the
penitent
and
humble
,
introducing
there
,
the
Historical
Relation
of
our
War
omitted
in
the
First
Part.
The
three
first
Parts
I
have
composed
in
a
familiar
kind
of
compleat
Verse
,
as
being
for
the
most
part
Reprehensive
,
and
Hortatory
,
therein
condescending
to
the
meanest
capacities
,
as
meant
for
the
use
and
benefit
of
all
:
In
the
last
,
where
the
Subject
is
more
Heroick
,
suitably
I
use
quattrains
closing
the
sense
with
a
compleat
,
and
rise
to
a
little
higher
,
though
not
aiming
(
if
I
could
attain
it
)
at
a
lofty
strain
:
I
seek
where
to
make
my
Verse
serve
my
Subject
,
and
not
subject
my
nobler
matter
to
my
Metre
.
Now
candid
Reader
,
I
hope
the
sincerity
and
integrity
of
my
Design
in
this
Work
may
obtain
an
Apology
for
any
defects
in
the
management
▪
and
the
Divinity
excuse
the
want
of
Phansie
:
I
do
more
than
suspect
I
shall
fall
under
the
censure
of
seduced
Sectaries
,
though
piously
affected
,
because
I
tax
their
Errors
;
of
Vitious
persons
,
though
loyal
and
conformable
,
because
I
tax
their
vices
;
of
Hypocrites
,
especially
such
as
mask
traiterous
and
factious
designs
with
pious
pretences
to
seduce
the
People
,
because
I
lay
them
open
to
the
world
,
furtivis
nudatos
coloribus
,
and
tax
their
villanies
,
however
palliated
,
as
contributing
to
our
Calamities
:
But
my
Prayer
to
God
is
,
that
he
would
open
all
their
eyes
and
turn
their
hearts
,
the
first
to
follow
after
Truth
,
the
second
Holiness
,
and
the
third
sort
the
Truth
of
Holiness
,
then
I
am
sure
we
should
be
a
flourishing
Church
and
Nation
.
If
thou
blame
me
(
Reader
)
for
any
where
ripping
up
old
sores
,
I
will
assure
thee
I
do
not
otherwise
than
for
fear
that
false
Prophets
have
healed
the
hurt
of
the
Daughter
of
our
People
slightly
,
to
let
out
the
corruption
the
right
way
by
Repentance
,
lest
they
fester
and
break
inwardly
and
kill
their
souls
.
If
thou
complain
of
rough
handling
,
know
it
is
done
with
a
Chirurgeons
heart
,
to
heal
and
not
wound
:
and
if
my
Patient
cry
out
of
me
in
searching
his
sore
as
an
Enemy
,
I
am
well
assured
if
he
would
suffer
the
cure
,
he
would
acknowledge
me
in
the
end
to
be
his
friend
:
and
when
in
searching
thy
sore
I
touch
thee
to
the
quick
,
lay
thine
hand
on
thine
own
heart
confessing
thy
corruption
and
sin
,
rather
than
stretch
out
that
,
or
move
thy
tongue
to
smite
me
who
only
mean
thy
health
,
and
welfare
.
Read
on
,
and
the
sweetness
of
Consolation
at
last
will
allay
the
tartness
of
Reprehension
before
:
nauseate
therefore
nothing
herein
,
since
all
will
do
thee
good
,
if
thou
with
candor
receive
and
digest
it
.
Accept
then
kindly
what
is
intended
sincerely
for
Gods
,
thy
Souls
,
and
this
Nations
glory
from
him
who
is
Thine
in
the
Lord
Jesus
,
John
Tabor
.
To
the
Reader
.
REader
suspend
thy
Censure
,
till
thou
run
The
whole
Book
over
,
and
when
that
is
done
:
The
Author's
meaning
rightly
understood
;
That
his
Design
,
if
not
his
Verse
,
is
good
,
I
doubt
not
thou
wilt
say
;
and
when
you
see
:
He
layes
our
Woes
on
our
Impietie
:
Think
not
one
Sin
,
or
Party
he
alone
Doth
here
accuse
,
but
all
and
every
one
:
Assure
thy self
the
Author
doth
designe
,
That
Times
may
mend
,
to
mend
his
heart
,
and
thine
.
Curteous
Reader
.
Before
thou
peruse
this
Book
,
I
intreat
thee
,
for
thine
own
sake
,
to
turn
to
and
correct
or
supply
with
thy
Pen
,
these
mistakes
and
omissions
of
the
Printer
,
and
let
not
his
Errors
be
imputed
to
the
Author
,
who
fears
some
will
judge
he
hath
enough
herein
to
answer
for
of
his
own
,
but
desires
thou
wilt
courteously
mend
the
Printers
,
and
candidly
forgive
his
Errata
.
In
the
Epistle
to
the
Reader
page
4.
line
2.
&
7.
for
compleat
r.
couplet
,
l.
9.
before
where
add
every
.
in
the
Poem
p.
17.
l.
10.
for
Chelmford
r.
Chelmsford
,
p.
21.
l.
17.
for
then
r.
thence
,
p.
25.
l.
2
before
stuffe
add
their
,
pag.
30.
that
which
is
under
an
asterism
in
the
margent
refers
to
the
asterism
upon
Lud
in
the
next
page
;
and
the
asterism
in
the
margent
p.
31.
answers
to
this
on
Brute
,
p.
30.
p.
32.
l.
25.
for
land
r.
laud
,
p.
33.
for
lately
r.
late
,
p.
36.
l.
21.
before
mere
blot
out
are
,
p.
37.
l.
11.
before
him
blot
out
of
,
&
l.
14.
for
swettest
r.
sweetest
,
p.
38.
l.
7.
for
to
r.
too
,
p.
44.
l.
12.
for
first
r.
first
's
,
p.
50.
l.
8.
for
religious
r.
religions
,
p.
56.
l.
7.
before
glory
add
bliss
and
,
p.
62.
l.
19.
for
convey
r.
conveys
,
pag.
63.
l.
2.
before
please
blot
out
doth
.
p.
66.
l.
28.
for
sottishness
r.
foolishness
,
p.
80.
in
marginal
note
for
countries
r.
country
as
.
p.
81.
l.
16.
for
own
r.
one
.
Seasonable
Thoughts
IN
SAD
TIMES
.
Reflections
on
the
War.
WHere
e're
I
go
,
the
sighing
Air
rebounds
Sad
Ecchoes
to
my
heart
,
and
doleful
sounds
Of
Lamentation
:
still
the
Plague
and
War
,
In
ev'ry
place
,
the
talk
of
all
mouths
are
.
The
Funeral
Knells
continually
ring
In
mortal
ears
,
and
thundering
Guns
do
sing
In
the
reporting
Air
,
by
both
are
brought
Nothing
but
death
,
and
slaughter
to
our
thought
.
Death
rules
at
Land
,
devouring
as
he
please
;
And
sight
who
will
,
he
's
Master
on
the
Seas
,
Thousands
at
Land
away
he
weekly
sweeps
,
By
Sea
he
Hundreds
swallows
in
the
deeps
.
From
one
poor
City
,
in
few
months
he
hurl'd
So
many
thousands
to
another
World
;
As
against
this
would
a
stout
Army
be
:
Unsatiate
yet
,
in
Town
,
and
Country
,
he
Hath
slain
so
many
Thousands
,
as
might
serve
An
Alexander
,
for
a
sure
reserve
,
If
to
content
his
great
ambitious
mind
,
Another
World
to
conquer
he
could
find
:
These
are
the
dire
effects
(
Oh
God!
)
of
our
Transgressions
,
and
thy
just
avenging
pow'r
.
Did
then
the
Persian
Cyrus
,
from
an
Hill
Beholding
his
huge
Host
,
his
Eye-lids
fill
With
brackish
tears
to
think
,
one
age
revol'd
,
All
those
would
into
ashes
be
resolv'd
?
And
shall
so
many
Christians
in
one
year
,
Be
turn'd
to
dust
,
and
we
not
shed
a
tear
?
O
that
my
head
a
Fountain
wore
,
and
I
Could
vent
a
stream
of
grief
from
either
eye
,
Weep
,
and
blot
out
of
Sin
the
crimson
stain
,
Whereby
the
Daughter
of
my
People
's
slain
!
Sometimes
I
sit
in
pensive
posture
,
and
Form
sad
Ideas
of
the
Sea
,
and
Land.
How
while
the
proud
insulting
Dutch
,
and
we
Contend
in
dreadful
Fights
for
Masterie
:
Hell
opes
her
mouth
,
and
in
few
hours
receives
Such
crouds
of
Souls
,
as
no
time
ere
retrieves
:
Of
Bodies
such
huge
numbers
sinking
then
,
As
threaten
to
Earth
up
the
Sea
with
men
.
So
that
our
Ships
may
for
the
future
strand
On
shelves
of
bodies
,
not
on
shelves
of
sand
.
Methinks
I
see
the
swelling
billows
boil
,
Heat
by
the
fire
doth
from
the
Guns
recoil
:
The
roaring
Guns
which
pierce
the
parting
air
,
With
terror
we
on
Land
far
distant
hear
They
shake
the
massie
Earth
,
and
thunder
like
,
Houses
,
and
Windows
into
trembling
strike
:
And
each
broad
side
which
strikes
my
ear
,
I
think
,
Now
a
brave
Ship
with
braver
Men
doth
sink
.
Enraged
Mortals
striving
to
out-vie
,
Thunder
,
and
Lightning
in
the
lofty
skie
Darken
the
air
with
smoak
,
but
fire
gives
light
,
Or
they
at
noon-day
would
scarce
see
to
sight
.
Blood
from
the
reeking
Decks
into
the
Main
Pours
down
,
like
water
in
a
showr
of
Rain
,
Discolouring
the
Ocean
by
its
fall
,
As
if
't
would
turn
it
to
a
Red-Sea
all
.
Fire-ships
set
all
on
flames
,
and
make
a
show
,
As
Subterranean
fires
were
from
below
,
Broke
through
the
waves
:
and
one
would
think
no
doubt
,
Fire
strove
to
drink
up
Sea
,
Sea
to
quench
out
The
fire
,
and
men
by
their
contentious
action
,
Put
all
the
Elements
into
distraction
:
But
themselves
rue
most
,
while
the
bloody
sight
Gives
blood
to
them
,
who
do
in
war
delight
.
Now
on
the
Decks
some
shriek
with
painful
And
others
sinking
are
in
deadly
swounds
:
wounds
,
Here
a
Commander
falls
,
th'
Opponents
hollow
,
The
Souldiers
soon
in
death
their
Leader
follow
:
Here
from
torn
shoulder
flies
an
arm
,
and
there
From
shatter'd
thigh
a
leg
the
bullets
tear
:
Here
wags
a
head
off
,
this
mans
brains
are
dasht
Full
in
the
next
mans
face
,
his
bowels
pasht
On
his
next
neighbour
,
and
a
third
is
found
,
Groaning
his
soul
out
at
a
wide-mouth'd
wound
.
Here
Bullets
force
drives
a
heart
out
,
which
dies
To
mortals
rage
a
bloody
Sacrifice
:
There
a
head
from
the
bloody
neck
is
rent
,
Mounting
as
if
to
hit
the
Sun
it
meant
;
Thus
the
Dutch
heads
we
well
may
wish
to
rise
,
And
be
lift
up
,
above
their
Enemies
.
But
I
had
rather
we
,
and
they
in
Peace
Might
live
,
and
War
might
from
all
Nations
cease
Had
not
Astraea
left
the
Earth
,
and
rage
Possest
mens
bosomes
in
this
Iron
age
:
Had
not
sin
first
divided
men
from
God
,
Then
from
themselves
,
scattering
all
abroad
To
seek
new
Countries
,
all
had
still
been
one
Language
,
and
People
,
letting
Warr
alone
.
Sin
is
the
onely
make-bate
in
the
World
,
That
hath
all
things
into
Contention
hurl'd
:
But
since
the
Prince
of
Peace
his
happy
birth
,
Who
came
to
reconcile
both
things
on
Earth
,
And
things
in
Heaven
,
methinks
those
who
professe
,
Themselves
his
Subjects
,
from
all
wars
should
cease
:
One
faith
should
be
of
force
hearts
to
unite
,
In
love
as
much
as
e're
one
language
might
:
The
second
Adam
should
all
his
restore
To
the
same
concord
,
which
they
had
before
By
nature
in
the
first
,
and
not
pursue
Their
Christian
Brethren
,
like
a
Turk
,
or
Jew
.
But
what
a
grief
't
is
to
good
hearts
,
to
see
Christians
among
themselves
thus
disagree
:
And
those
,
for
whom
Christ
spilt
his
blood
&
life
,
To
shed
each
others
blood
in
lust
,
and
strife
:
That
those
,
who
when
they
go
to
sight
doe
pray
To
the
same
God
,
that
each
may
have
the
day
,
And
both
doe
hope
alike
in
death
to
be
Translated
hence
to
Heavens
felicitie
,
Should
one
another
with
such
fury
kill
;
And
r●uch
rejoyce
each
others
blood
to
spill
:
Good
Lord
!
how
will
Heav'n
quietly
hold
those
Souls
,
who
just
now
were
here
such
deadly
foes
:
If
some
of
either
side
to
Heav'n
do
come
,
And
both
to
Dutch
,
and
English
be
their
home
,
Could
Heav'n
admit
repentance
,
grief
,
and
sorrow
Find
a
place
there
,
those
souls
would
surely
borrow
Time
from
their
heav'nly
joys
this
to
repent
,
And
their
unchristian
feuds
below
lament
:
Lament
now
Christians
,
and
leave
of
your
slaughter
,
There
's
no
bewailing
but
in
Hell
hereafter
.
Yet
't
is
to
be
bewail'd
that
such
a
slood
By
Christian
hands
is
shed
of
Christian
blood
.
Thus
we
contend
to
blood
,
but
all
the
while
The
holy
Spirit
grieves
,
and
Devils
smile
,
All
the
good
Angels
too
are
grieved
for
't
,
But
your
Contention
makes
the
Devils
sport
;
And
the
slain
carkases
of
Christians
drest
In
blood
,
and
wounds
,
make
Lucifer
a
Feast
:
And
at
these
broils
the
Infidels
do
laugh
,
Christians
should
weep
,
but
yet
the
most
do
quaff
:
Such
direful
deeds
just
God
thou
sufferest
,
Sinners
for
their
transgressions
to
infest
:
In
times
when
blood
,
and
wounds
make
such
ado
;
O
that
our
hearts
were
rightly
wounded
too
!
And
with
just
grief
could
bleed
as
fast
as
those
Poor
hearts
,
who
have
been
pierced
by
their
foes
.
Slack
Christians
,
slack
your
fury
!
and
employ
Your
noble
Valour
for
a
Victory
More
worthy
praise
,
than
any
you
can
gain
By
numbers
of
your
Christian
Brethren
slain
.
You
Souldiers
by
Profession
are
,
your
life
A
warfare
,
and
you
must
here
live
in
strife
:
But
't
is
a
strife
more
with
your selves
than
others
,
'
Gainst
certain
foes
,
and
not
your
Christian
brothers
.
The
World
,
the
Flesh
,
the
Devil
,
these
are
those
You
must
still
combate
with
,
as
mortal
foes
To
your
immortal
bliss
;
and
these
will
find
Tough
work
enough
for
the
most
warlike
mind
:
But
while
with
Christian
men
we
do
contest
,
We
cherish
,
and
serve
these
foes
in
our
brest
:
The
World
rejoyces
,
Devil
takes
delight
,
Lusts
of
the
flesh
are
pleas'd
when
Christians
sight
.
Le
ts
turn
our
force
then
against
them
,
and
shew
What
noble
acts
our
Valour
there
can
do
;
The
Lord
of
Hosts
our
Captain
is
,
and
will
With
Armour
furnish
you
,
courage
,
and
skill
:
You
need
not
doubt
success
at
all
,
for
he
Who
fights
Gods
battails
shall
have
Victorie
:
One
lust
subdued
will
you
more
glory
gain
,
Than
he
whose
single
Arm
an
Host
hath
slain
.
For
't
is
more
honour
,
to
o're-come
within
Our selves
our
lusts
,
than
Cities
wall'd
to
win
.
Great
Alexander
,
who
subdued
all
Nations
,
Continued
slave
still
to
his
lustful
Passions
.
Be
of
good
courage
then
,
subdue
your
sin
,
And
an
eternal
Crown
,
and
Kingdom
win
:
Or
if
the
Warriours
spirit
can't
be
laid
,
But
it
will
still
in
blood
,
and
slaughter
trade
Let
Christians
valiant
,
and
victorious
arm
,
Turn
to
do
Turks
,
and
Infidels
the
harm
Which
now
amongst
our selves
,
we
daily
feel
,
And
let
the
Heathen
fall
upon
our
Steel
!
There
might
be
rais'd
another
holy
War
,
More
truly
holy
,
than
the
first
by
far
:
Not
to
get
Canaan
,
a
Land
accurst
As
well
for
Jews
,
as
Canaanites
at
first
:
But
the
insulting
Sultan
to
restrain
;
Who
hath
so
many
thousand
Christians
slain
;
And
with
his
Hundred
Thousands
oft
doth
come
Pouring
destruction
into
Christendome
,
Forraging
,
wasting
all
with
Fire
,
and
Sword
,
Defying
,
and
blaspheming
Christ
our
Lord.
Leading
away
such
as
the
Sword
doth
spare
,
Into
a
bondage
worse
than
death
by
far
:
O
that
all
Christian
Princes
could
agree
To
hamper
this
Leviathan
,
and
free
,
From
his
outragious
Inroades
,
all
those
Borders
Of
Christendom
,
where
he
commits
his
murders
.
The
Asiatick
Churches
when
I
think
upon
Mention'd
in
Saint
John's
Revelation
:
Oh
how
it
grieves
my
heart
!
to
think
that
there
,
Where
sometimes
famous
Christian
Churches
were
Now
Turkish
Mosques
do
stand
,
&
men
adore
,
The
Imposture
Mahomet
,
where
Christ
before
.
And
those
who
yet
retain
a
Christian
name
,
Have
little
else
of
Christ
,
beside
the
same
:
Their
low
estate
allows
no
means
to
gain
Such
knowledge
,
as
is
needful
to
retain
,
Religion
pure
and
perfect
:
Besides
,
must
they
To
this
great
Turk
the
tenth
child
yearly
pay
.
The
tenth
is
due
(
O
God!
)
to
thee
alone
,
And
must
an
Infidel
thy
tribute
owne
?
This
woe
of
all
their
woes
is
worst
,
to
see
Their
dearest
children
educated
be
In
blinder
Turcism
,
made
his
Janizars
,
Chief
Souldiers
against
Christians
in
his
Wars
.
When
cruel
Herod
mockt
of
the
Wisemen
slew
So
many
Infants
,
he
did
kindness
shew
,
Compared
to
this
Turkish
Tyranny
;
For
't
is
a
greater
priviledge
to
die
Innocent
Martyrs
,
and
go
hence
to
glory
,
Than
to
be
train'd
up
in
the
cosening
story
Of
Mahomet
:
Poor
babes
!
at
once
must
you
Be
from
Christs
bosome
,
and
your
Parents
too
,
By
Tyrants-force
thus
miserably
torn
?
Better
it
were
you
never
had
been
born
.
Let
us
reflect
,
and
think
did
we
now
hear
The
approaching
feet
of
Turkish
Officer
,
Entring
to
take
away
our
darling
child
,
Oh
what
a
plight
should
we
be
in
?
how
wild
,
And
quite
beside
themselves
,
would
surely
be
The
tender
Mothers
of
the
Infantry
?
Who
,
that
their
senses
have
,
would
not
desire
To
see
their
tender
Infants
soul
expire
,
His
brains
dasht
on
the
wall
before
his
eyes
,
And
how
the
sprawling
Corpse
convulsing
dies
,
Rather
than
such
should
us
of
them
bereave
,
In
thraldom
,
and
Idolatry
to
live
?
But
who
do
think
on
this
with
pity
,
and
Deplores
not
the
sad
state
of
Grecian
Land
?
Now
then
it
were
a
noble
enterprise
,
If
Christian
Princes
hearts
,
and
Arms
would
rise
,
To
pull
down
this
proud
Sultan
,
and
restore
The
Christian
Faith
where
't
flourished
before
;
And
free
afflicted
Greece
,
once
the
Worlds
eye
From
Turkish
thraldom
,
and
Idolatry
;
And
all
those
Christian
souls
which
yearly
come
Tribute
,
and
Captives
from
poor
Christendome
.
If
th'
English
and
Dutch
Fleer
would
both
combine
,
T'
assist
the
bold
Venetian
,
Worthy
of
Christian
Valour
)
they
would
make
a
designe
The
Vaunting
Seigniour
with
his
Gallies
quake
:
If
throughout
all
Christendom
were
more
(
Like
those
brave
Knights
of
Malta
,
who
have
swore
Destruction
to
the
Turks
)
that
would
combine
Quite
to
raze
out
the
bloody
Ottoman
line
:
Then
Christendome
might
flourish
,
and
be
free
From
Devastation
,
and
Captivitie
.
God
grant
us
Peace
at
home
,
and
send
Us
Victory
abroad
,
and
end
All
Wars
'mong
Christian
men
,
and
cease
The
Plague
his
War
with
men
;
In
peace
,
And
health
grant
us
to
live
,
that
we
Might
still
a
happy
Kingdom
be
.
But
though
the
Lord
in
War
on
our
side
stood
,
And
gave
us
Victory
for
the
price
of
blood
,
Allaying
this
sore
Judgment
by
success
,
Which
in
the
loss
of
lives
makes
grief
go
less
:
Yet
the
Plague
raging
far
and
nigh
,
destroyes
With
sweeping
slaughter
,
and
doth
damp
our
joys
:
This
casts
my
soul
into
a
sad
Reflection
,
On
the
just
Vengeance
of
such
dire
Infection
.
REFLECTIONS
ON
THE
PESTILENCE
.
JER
.
9.9
.
Shall
I
not
visit
them
for
these
things
saith
the
Lord
?
Shall
not
my
soul
be
avenged
on
such
a
Nation
as
this
?
WHen
the
just
God
did
visit
London
first
,
Our
danger
less
,
our
fears
were
at
the
worst
:
In
every
place
men
stood
upon
their
guard
,
And
against
Citizens
kept
Watch
,
and
Ward
:
Had
we
done
so
against
our
sins
before
,
Less
had
our
danger
been
,
our
safety
more
:
But
when
this
dire
Destruction
still
doth
last
,
And
round
about
us
fearfully
doth
wast
;
Harden'd
by
custom
,
we
do
nothing
fear
:
Our
dangers
greater
,
but
who
sheds
a
tear
?
Our
hearts
are
stone
,
were
they
of
marble
kind
'T
were
well
,
marble
sometimes
we
weeping
find
.
On
the
great
City
of
this
sinful
Land
London
,
with
wealth
,
and
folk
,
abounding
,
and
With
sin
,
the
cause
of
woe
too
,
God
first
pour'd
The
brimful
Vial
of
his
wrath
,
and
showr'd
His
ireful
Judgments
:
There
his
Angel
drew
The
Sword
of
Vengeance
,
and
that
people
slew
,
At
first
by
Tens
,
which
soon
to
Hundreds
come
,
Then
Thousands
weekly
sent
to
their
long-home
.
The
frighted
Citizens
begin
to
fly
From
House
,
and
Habitation
,
lest
they
die
:
They
leave
their
livelyhood
to
save
their
life
;
And
where
they
come
,
their
coming
makes
a
strife
.
Lest
they
bring
death
with
them
,
Towns
are
in
arms
To
keep
out
Citizens
,
as
mortal
harms
:
Waggons
,
and
Coaches
still
in
every
Road
Are
met
with
,
which
they
,
and
their
Goods
do
load
:
Where
they
shall
shelter
find
,
they
scarce
do
know
,
Yet
durst
not
stay
at
home
,
where
e're
they
go
.
Some
who
did
thure
in
stately
Houses
dwell
,
Now
gladly
creep
into
a
Countrey-cell
:
And
others
wandering
up
and
down
the
Fields
;
No
Town
,
or
Village
them
admittance
yields
:
Thus
from
the
Rod
of
God
poor
Sinners
fly
,
Not
from
their
Crimes
,
for
which
they
smart
,
&
die
.
Alas
!
what
boots
it
from
the
Plague
to
start
,
And
bear
with
you
a
worse
Plague
in
your
heart
?
Running
will
not
secure
you
,
you
're
undone
,
Unless
you
know
how
from
your selves
to
run
:
Had
you
your selves
forsaken
,
when
at
home
,
You
need
not
thus
about
the
Countrey
roame
.
Had
you
fled
from
your
Sins
before
as
fast
,
You
need
not
from
the
Plague
have
made
such
hast
.
Had
you
been
just
,
and
honest
in
your
Trade
,
To
deal
uprightly
,
had
a
Conscience
made
;
False
weights
,
and
measures
,
and
deceitful
wares
,
the
snares
False
oaths
,
equivocations
,
lies
,
For
simple
buyers
,
)
had
you
never
us'd
:
Nor
with
great
prizes
Customers
amus'd
:
For
which
i'
th'
Countrey
you
a
Proverb
are
;
You
ask
,
say
they
,
just
like
a
Londoner
:
Had
not
your
Shops
been
Dens
of
such
as
theive
,
And
lie
in
wait
cunningly
to
deceive
;
Nay
oftentimes
your
cosening
with
a
shew
Of
honesty
,
and
goodness
cloaked
too
:
No
Plague
had
likely
nigh
your
dwellings
come
;
You
might
securely
still
have
staid
at
home
.
Had
you
but
kept
your
Conscience
,
so
you
might
Your
Shops
with
comfort
,
free
from
deadly
fright
:
But
when
you
turn
out
Conscience
first
,
no
doubt
,
Gods
Judgments
after
't
justly
turn
you
out
:
And
if
you
e're
get
home
again
,
beware
!
More
Plagues
in
store
for
Sinners
still
there
are
:
But
for
a
while
here
they
resolve
to
be
,
Till
London
shall
be
from
Contagion
free
:
But
there
Contagion
is
,
from
which
,
I
fear
You
'le
never
find
the
sinful
City
clean
.
But
now
le
ts
think
on
those
who
stay
behind
,
Distrest
in
Body
,
and
Estate
,
and
Mind
:
Who
know
not
where
to
sly
,
and
fear
to
stay
;
But
yet
must
bear
the
burthen
of
the
day
;
A
wrathful
day
,
a
dismal
time
,
wherein
Thousands
receive
the
wages
of
their
sin
:
Some
have
no
Friends
to
go
to
,
nor
yet
Coin
To
make
them
any
,
some
the
Laws
enjoyn
To
stay
,
and
do
their
Office
,
some
presume
,
And
others
trust
no
Plague
shall
them
consume
.
But
it
increases
,
spreads
,
destroyes
,
doth
make
Such
as
remain
,
for
fear
of
death
to
quake
.
Now
might
you
see
red
Crosses
there
great
store
,
And
Lord
have
mercy
upon
many
a
doore
:
The
Wardsman
standing
,
as
if
he
were
sent
Deaths
Bayliffe
to
arrest
the
house
for
Rent
,
And
turn
the
dwellers
out
;
and
sure
I
am
,
But
few
could
live
long
there
after
he
came
:
Now
Knells
of
death
continually
do
ring
,
And
that
same
doleful
sound
of
Buryers
,
bring
Your
dead
out
,
mortal
Ears
with
terror
pierce
;
And
now
a
Cart
becomes
the
only
Hearse
To
bear
a
heap
of
bodies
to
their
Grave
,
Which
neither
Obsequies
,
nor
Rites
can
have
Of
Christian
burial
,
the
best
of
all
Have
now
no
Friends
attend
their
Funeral
:
No
cost
of
Heirs
,
no
Mourners
to
be
seen
,
But
driven
in
a
Cart
,
as
they
had
been
From
hanging
carry'd
,
thrown
into
a
pit
,
No
Priest
to
say
,
Earth
to
Earth
I
commit
.
Now
might
you
see
all
faces
blackness
gather
,
The
Son
lamenting
for
his
dying
Father
,
The
Wife
for
her
deceased
Husband
crying
,
And
Parents
mourning
for
their
Children
dying
:
Now
might
you
hear
some
from
their
windows
cry
,
Bread
for
the
Lords
sake
,
or
we
starved
die
;
Groaning
at
once
under
two
dismal
woes
,
The
Plague
,
and
Famine
,
both
their
deadly
foes
.
Now
Friends
,
and
Neighbours
keep
at
distance
,
fear
T'
approach
their
nearest
Kindred
,
for
life's
dear
:
The
Father
dreads
to
see
his
only
Son
,
The
Son
to
see
his
Father
too
doth
shun
,
The
Husband
dreads
his
Wife
,
whom
he
with
dear
Embraces
us'd
to
hold
,
durst
not
draw
near
,
The
Wife
's
afraid
her
Husband
to
behold
,
Whom
in
kind
Arms
she
used
to
infold
:
Now
such
as
yet
do
dwell
in
health
and
ease
,
Know
not
how
soon
the
Plague
on
them
may
seise
:
Where
lately
by
our
Kings
happy
return
,
All
joy
,
and
triumph
was
,
and
then
to
mourn
,
It
was
piacular
;
behold
!
and
see
How
sad
now
there
,
and
mournful
all
things
be
!
And
now
it
were
ridiculous
to
laugh
,
Yet
some
bold
sinners
now
game
,
sing
,
and
quaffe
:
Nay
(
as
't
is
told
)
some
by
dead
Corps
do
play
,
Away
the
remnant
of
their
lives
short
day
:
Poor
London
!
this
thy
sad
condition
is
,
Yet
who
bemoans
thee
?
and
who
weeps
for
this
?
Thou
sit'st
disconsolate
,
of
joys
bereft
,
In
thy
distress
by
friends
,
and
lovers
left
:
Such
as
to
satisfie
their
Pride
,
and
Lust
,
Spend
here
their
wanton
Summers
yearly
must
;
When
they
have
helpt
to
bring
the
Plague
upon
thee
Now
in
thy
woe
,
and
misery
fly
from
thee
:
But
let
them
go
,
if
they
mend
not
,
no
doubt
,
Gods
Judgments
in
due
time
will
find
them
out
:
Though
it
begins
with
thee
,
and
you
must
bear
The
Almighty's
wrath
,
for
that
you
sinful
were
;
A
wrath
so
killing
,
that
your
dead
do
come
Unto
nine
Thousand
in
the
Weekly
sum
;
And
't
is
reported
,
though
Bills
speak
no
more
,
Fourteen
might
be
some
weeks
upon
the
score
.
Hath
God
forgotten
to
be
gracious
?
Is
His
mercy
gone
for
ever
,
and
your
bliss
?
O
spare
thy
people
Lord
,
thy
people
spare
!
Who
with
thy
precious
Bloud
redeemed
are
:
Will
God
his
anger
evermore
retain
?
Will
he
still
frown
,
and
never
smile
again
?
No
,
he
is
gracious
,
and
his
mercies
sure
,
His
pity
doth
from
age
to
age
endure
:
Humble
thy self
,
and
hope
well
London
!
for
God
will
not
cast
off
his
for
ever
,
nor
Be
always
wrath
,
slouds
at
the
highest
fall
;
So
now
his
over-flowing
Judgments
shall
:
He
will
consult
his
bowels
,
and
have
pity
For
mercy
sake
upon
an
humbled
City
:
And
ere
the
year
went
round
,
the
Plague
was
so
Abated
,
folk
a
pace
did
thither
go
.
Theirs
ended
:
now
began
the
Countrey
's
woe
.
And
as
provoking
Sin
its
course
hath
run
,
Avenging
Judgment
after
that
hath
gone
.
As
London
like
the
Fountain
,
sent
forth
streams
Of
evil
through
the
Land
,
so
now
the
gleams
Of
wrath
,
dart
thence
the
Plague
abroad
,
and
thus
Sent
Death
into
the
Countrey
among
us
:
Colchester
for
two
years
her
Thousands
paid
For
tribute
unto
Death
,
poor
Braintry's
made
To
give
her
Hundreds
,
Chelmford
scapes
not
free
,
And
Mousham
long
hath
worn
Deaths
Liverie
.
In
Easterford
Kelv'don
upon
the
way
,
Death
took
into
an
Inne
,
and
made
some
stay
;
But
,
(
blessed
be
the
God
of
Heav'n
)
slaughter
Was
here
no
dweller
but
a
sojourner
:
As
once
the
year
before
he
here
was
sent
Into
a
Cottage
,
but
no
further
went.
But
in
most
Market-Towns
about
us
slays
,
And
by
his
terror
puts
down
Market-days
.
Whereby
the
Poor
want
work
,
the
Farmer
vent
For
his
Commodities
,
his
Landlord
Rent
,
And
such
whom
God
doth
in
their
persons
spare
,
Deep
in
their
Purses
now
afflicted
are
:
Money
is
dead
as
well
as
People
,
Trade
Is
low
,
yet
Payments
high
must
needs
be
made
.
For
Sickness
,
and
the
War
do
both
require
.
Though
things
we
sell
are
low
,
our
Rates
be
higher
.
This
is
our
woe
,
this
is
our
great
distress
,
The
more
's
our
sorrow
,
Is
our
sin
the
less
?
'T
were
well
if
so
,
our
loss
would
be
our
gain
,
Nor
would
I
doubt
to
see
good
days
remain
:
But
this
I
cannot
see
,
and
therefore
fear
No
end
of
these
,
but
a
third
woe
is
near
:
Gods
knows
what
will
be
next
,
but
sure
,
unless
We
better
prove
for
these
,
God
will
not
cease
To
punish
us
,
he
hath
more
Plagues
in
store
,
And
can
for
sin
afflict
us
seven
times
more
:
Since
both
the
War
,
and
Sickness
still
endure
,
And
once
to
know
the
Cause
is
half
the
Cure
;
Let
us
reflect
on
that
,
and
throughly
try
To
search
the
Cause
,
and
find
a
Remedy
For
these
Calamities
,
which
make
so
long
,
Have
mercy
Lord
,
the
burthen
of
our
Song
:
Let
's
see
what
hinders
mercy
,
and
what
sure
Course
we
must
take
,
his
mercy
to
procure
:
But
while
I
was
about
to
think
on
this
,
Another
woe
befell
;
The
City
is
All
on
a
flame
,
the
Countrey
in
a
fright
,
Our
thoughts
distracted
,
business
put
to
flight
,
All
stand
i'
th'
way
to
hear
what
news
from
thence
,
As
men
astonisht
,
even
bereft
of
sense
:
But
when
my
Muse
her self
could
recollect
;
On
this
third
Woe
began
she
to
reflect
,
Resolv'd
at
last
by
light
of
th'
Fire
to
see
The
cause
of
all
these
woes
,
and
remedie
.
On
the
BVRNING
OF
LONDON
.
JER
.
18.7
,
8.
At
what
instant
I
shall
speak
concerning
a
Nation
,
and
concerning
a
Kingdom
to
pluck
up
,
and
to
pull
down
,
and
to
destroy
it
.
If
that
Nation
against
whom
I
have
pronounced
,
turn
from
their
evil
,
I
will
repent
of
the
evil
that
I
thought
to
do
unto
them
,
&c.
THe
War
still
slaughters
,
&
the
Plague
destroys
,
And
England
mournful
sits
,
berest
of
joys
,
Abandoned
to
sorrow
:
yet
Gods
Hand
Is
stretched
out
against
this
sinful
Land
:
And
as
the
City
London
still
hath
been
The
Spring
,
and
Fountain
of
the
Nations
sin
,
Another
wrathful
Vial
God
doth
spill
On
them
,
and
thence
the
Land
with
terror
fill
.
Heav'n
from
the
former
with
provoked
ire
Shed
death
among
them
,
but
from
this
a
Fire
,
A
wasting
fire
:
scarce
had
that
Vial
done
Dropping
down
sickness
,
ere
this
woe
begun
,
And
all
at
once
in
flaming
fury
thrown
On
this
great
City
,
quickly
burnt
it
down
:
God
seem'd
to
slack
his
wrath
,
the
Pestilence
Was
in
a
manner
quite
removed
thence
:
And
having
swept
the
City
,
thence
did
come
,
And
all
about
the
Countrey
strangely
roame
:
And
those
who
hither
fled
for
safety
,
fly
For
danger
hence
,
and
gladly
homewards
hye
:
London
is
quickly
fill'd
,
Trading
returns
,
No
miss
,
or
thought
of
those
are
in
their
urns
:
And
with
the
People
sin
returned
too
Unmortified
,
by
all
the
Plague
could
do
:
This
foster'd
in
their
flight
,
brought
home
again
In
their
return
,
bred
their
ensuing
bane
:
They
come
the
same
men
home
,
take
the
old
course
;
Whom
judgments
do
not
mend
,
they
oft
make
worse
:
The
Beasts
God
sav'd
in
Noah's
Ark
came
out
Beasts
as
they
went
in
,
and
some
Men
,
no
doubt
,
Have
no
more
sense
of
mercy
,
when
they
live
,
While
God
doth
others
to
destruction
give
:
C
ham
scapt
among
the
eight
in
Noah's
flood
,
Yet
this
deliverance
did
not
make
him
good
;
He
's
sav'd
,
the
World
destroy'd
,
yet
when
all
's
done
Wicked
comes
forth
and
proves
a
cursed
son
.
So
when
the
Plague
like
to
a
deluge
swept
In
London
,
and
God
there
a
remnant
kept
Alive
,
and
such
as
to
the
Countrey
fled
,
A
life
in
mercy
here
in
safety
led
;
London
replenisht
once
,
the
Plagues
forgot
,
And
God
that
sent
it
too
,
the
folk
no
jot
Amended
by
it
,
but
the
Plague
is
still
Most
in
their
Hearts
,
when
lest
't
is
in
their
Bill
:
Therefore
as
when
the
Plague
of
Leprosie
Among
the
Jews
,
could
no
way
purged
be
Out
of
their
houses
,
Gods
Law
did
require
,
Such
houses
should
be
burned
down
with
fire
:
So
when
the
Plague
of
Sin
could
not
be
purg'd
From
out
that
sinful
City
,
sharply
scourg'd
By
that
of
Sickness
,
God
himself
in
ire
Burnt
down
their
Houses
with
consuming
fire
.
Upon
September's
second
day
i'
th'
year
▪
Much
talkt
of
*
Sixty
six
,
did
there
appear
By
two
i'
th'
morning
these
consuming
Flames
,
Which
did
break
out
first
in
the
Street
of
Thames
:
And
then
blown
on
by
a
strong
wind
into
The
City
,
what
e're
Art
,
or
strength
could
do
Of
men
to
stop
,
or
slack
its
fury
,
by
The
Friday
morning
did
in
ruines
lie
The
greatest
part
of
that
within
the
Wall
,
And
much
beside
of
that
we
Suburbs
call
:
For
it
broke
thorough
Newgate
,
and
went
on
To
Holborn-bridge
,
and
had
through
Ludgate
gone
,
Up
Fleetstreet
unto
Temple-bar
before
Its
fury
stopt
,
and
did
burn
down
no
more
:
If
what
without
the
Walls
is
burnt
,
you
count
For
that
which
stands
within
,
as
tant'amount
;
Even
the
whole
City
in
a
manner
lies
A
ruinous
heap
to
all
spectators
eyes
:
To
quench
this
fire
men
labour'd
all
in
vain
,
It
wasting
run
like
wild-fire
in
a
train
,
Then
you
might
hear
at
first
the
doleful
sound
,
Fire
,
fire
cryed
all
about
the
City
round
,
And
there
you
might
behold
with
weeping
eye
,
By
fire
a
whole
Street
,
quickly
ruin'd
lye
;
Th'
increasing
flame
mounting
its
spire
to
Heav'n
,
Laid
th'
aspiring
buildings
with
earth
even
:
There
might
you
see
the
Water-Engines
ply'd
With
toilsome
hands
,
but
God
success
denyed
;
They
quickly
broke
,
and
peoples
hearts
while
they
Behold
their
Houses
to
the
flames
a
prey
:
Thousands
did
strive
to
quench
the
fire
,
but
all
Labour'd
in
vain
,
the
stately
Structures
fall
Before
its
fury
:
Some
do
water
bear
;
Others
pull
down
such
houses
as
are
near
,
To
stop
its
progress
,
but
aloft
it
flies
O're
th'
interval
,
and
makes
a
Sacrifice
Of
the
next
Mansion
,
thence
again
doth
hast
,
The
rest
with
sweeping
Vengeance
to
lay
wast
:
No
Church
,
no
Hall
,
no
House
,
no
Hospitall
Can
stand
before
it
,
but
it
ruines
all
:
What
will
not
burn
,
it
breaks
with
piercing
heat
,
And
tumbling
down
with
rubbish
fills
the
street
:
As
when
a
field
of
stubble's
fired
,
and
It
runs
like
flowing
billows
cross
the
Land
Blown
with
the
wind
,
or
as
when
torrents
fall
From
some
steep
Hills
,
they
bear
before
them
all
Stands
in
their
way
:
E'ven
so
this
fire
runs
on
,
And
in
a
little
time
a
mile
hath
gone
:
Buildings
of
all
materials
you
can
name
,
As
stubble
were
before
the
spreading
flame
;
Which
like
a
falling
torrent
swiftly
flows
Through
London
streets
,
it
comes
and
down
all
goes
:
Which
while
the
tired
people
do
behold
With
deep
astonishment
;
their
hearts
grow
cold
Within
them
by
this
fire
,
when
thus
they
view
The
fate
of
old
Troy
light
upon
the
new
.
Now
might
you
poor
distressed
people
meet
With
streams
of
tears
lamenting
in
each
Street
:
Were
these
for
sin
,
they
'd
sooner
quench
the
flames
,
Than
all
the
water
of
the
River
Thames
.
Some
you
might
see
there
with
extreamest
passion
,
Bewail
their
loss
as
nigh
to
desperation
.
Now
might
you
see
our
Soveraign
Lord
the
King
,
Water
himself
unto
this
fire
to
bring
,
I
mean
in
mournful
eyes
,
weeping
to
see
His
Cities
ruines
,
Subjects
miserie
;
Whose
sorrow
was
their
solace
,
as
compassion
To
those
in
woe
's
a
kind
of
Consolation
:
Nor
did
his
tears
speak
pity
only
,
but
By
comfortable
words
he
solace
put
Into
distressed
hearts
,
and
night
,
and
day
Rode
up
and
down
from
place
to
place
,
to
stay
By
all
means
possible
the
running
Flame
:
Giving
forth
orders
look't
to
see
the
same
Effectually
performed
,
ventring
where
Inferior
persons
dar'd
not
to
come
near
;
And
with
his
hands
to
labour
did
not
spare
,
(
'T
is
said
)
and
to
expose
his
life
,
through
care
To
save
the
City
,
for
a
rumor
slew
Abroad
of
treachery
,
if
that
be
true
;
To
think
,
I
tremble
in
what
peril
then
Our
Soveraign
was
among
the
rout
of
men
,
When
any
foe
had
opportunitie
To
act
a
not
to
be
thought
of
Tragedie
:
But
praised
be
the
King
of
Kings
alone
,
No
hand
,
or
tongue
was
mov'd
by
anyone
Against
our
King
,
all
joy'd
,
and
blest
him
,
when
They
saw
his
care
,
his
grief
,
his
labour
then
;
But
nothing
would
asswage
this
furious
fire
,
Which
all
attempts
to
quench
did
raise
but
higher
:
As
the
Smiths
forge
by
water
grows
more
hot
;
When
fire
of
water
mastery
hath
got
:
All
limbs
,
and
spirits
tired
were
,
but
yet
Their
hopes
grew
lesser
,
and
the
Flames
more
great
:
Now
faint
,
and
weary
,
and
despairing
quite
E're
to
put
out
the
fire
,
all
in
a
fright
,
(
Giving
o're
the
whole
City
to
the
will
Of
God
,
and
fury
of
the
Flames
,
which
still
Rage
more
,
and
more
)
(
too
soon
perhaps
)
disperse
Their
several
wayes
,
to
save
stuffe
,
and
purse
:
As
when
a
Town
's
besieged
,
ta'ne
and
sackt
;
Their
Goods
away
like
Plunder
now
are
packt
:
But
many
,
whom
the
Flame
surpris'd
before
,
Out
of
their
Houses
they
remov'd
their
store
,
Lost
all
their
Goods
,
and
in
one
hour
were
some
,
Wealthy
before
,
mere
beggars
now
become
:
And
those
who
most
did
save
,
and
bear
away
,
Much
of
their
Goods
left
to
the
Flames
a
prey
:
Th'
excessive
rates
of
Carrs
made
much
not
worth
Removal
,
though
they
safe
could
get
it
forth
:
Some
hurrying
what
they
snatcht
out
of
the
fire
To
the
first
friends
they
thought
of
,
when
that
nigher
Approacht
those
places
,
now
with
speed
they
were
Compell'd
their
things
away
from
thence
to
bear
.
And
the
fire
still
pursuing
them
as
fast
,
Forc't
them
soon
to
a
third
remove
in
hast
:
Thus
some
to
shift
their
place
were
oft
compell'd
,
Who
still
in
hopes
the
fire
would
be
quell'd
,
Would
not
quite
leave
the
Town
,
until
at
last
,
All
thinking
the
whole
City
it
would
wast
;
No
other
refuge
sought
but
open
fields
:
Man
loth
at
last
unto
Gods
Judgments
yields
.
Moore-fields
with
piles
of
Goods
are
fill'd
,
and
there
Their
Owners
lie
abroad
in
th'
open
air
:
Thousands
who
lately
went
secure
to
bed
,
Their
dainty
limbs
on
Doun
,
or
Feather
spread
In
stately
Mansions
,
now
abroad
must
lie
,
The
Earth
their
Bed
,
and
Heav'n
their
Canopie
.
And
after
three
days
toil
,
trouble
,
and
fright
,
Having
no
ease
by
day
,
nor
rest
by
night
,
Nor
leisure
all
this
time
,
due
food
to
eat
,
Now
in
the
fields
may
sleep
,
but
still
want
meat
:
Many
who
late
fed
on
delicious
fare
,
Would
now
skip
at
a
crust
,
though
brown
it
were
:
But
hold
!
with
horror
think
I
now
upon
(
What
's
yet
forgot
)
the
sad
condition
Of
women
then
in
travail
,
and
such
there
As
in
this
time
sick
,
weak
,
and
dying
were
:
For
scarce
a
day
revolved
,
but
you
might
Here
there
of
births
,
and
deaths
each
day
and
night
.
How
many
sad
Benoni's
now
were
born
!
While
lab'ring
mothers
through
the
streets
are
born
.
How
many
frighted
Parents
now
miscarry
,
And
travail
must
,
at
home
they
may
not
tarry
!
How
many
while
they
in
the
fields
do
lie
,
Have
pangs
of
Child-birth
,
and
deliverie
!
How
many
dying
persons
now
expire
!
Breathing
their
last
like
Martyrs
in
the
fire
;
Their
Souls
like
Manoah's
Angel
,
soaring
on
The
mounting
Flames
to
Heav'ns
blest
Mansion
:
How
many
dead
have
Roman
buryal
there
!
Their
Houses
funeral
piles
wherein
they
were
Now
burned
,
and
lie
buried
underneath
The
ruines
of
the
place
,
where
seiz'd
by
death
.
As
when
our
Saviour
in
Judea
wrought
.
His
powerful
Miracles
,
they
sick
folk
brought
On
Beds
,
and
Couches
to
him
;
Even
so
you
Might
see
them
carried
forth
the
City
now
;
But
with
this
diff'rence
,
then
to
him
they
came
For
life
,
and
health
,
but
fly
hence
for
the
same
:
These
were
the
sad
disasters
,
which
the
ire
Of
Heav'n
did
punish
sinners
with
by
fire
:
The
Rampant
Flames
went
on
victorious
still
,
On
both
hands
levelling
up
to
Tower-Hill
,
Approach't
,
as
if
't
would
offer
an
assault
,
But
there
receiv'd
a
blow
,
and
made
an
halt
;
Houses
blown
up
,
by
which
a
breach
was
made
,
Prov'd
the
best
Rampart
now
,
whereby
was
staid
The
fury
of
this
foe
,
and
in
one
hour
Gunpowder
cool'd
his
courage
,
sav'd
the
Tower
:
Is
Powder
then
the
way
to
quench
a
Flame
:
Strangely
begun
,
went
on
,
went
out
this
same
.
Stranger
Experiment
sure
ne're
hath
bin
,
Thus
by
a
blast
to
save
the
Magazin
.
But
had
the
fire
came
on
,
the
Tower
ta'ne
,
How
had
that
strong
and
ancient
Structure
lain
,
Great
Britains
strength
and
glory
,
in
the
dust
!
For
want
of
Ammunition
then
we
must
Yield
to
our
foes
;
But
God
(
blest
be
his
Name
)
Would
not
commit
the
Tower
to
the
Flame
:
Which
elsewhere
forward
went
,
Newgate
can't
hold
This
fire
,
it
broke
the
Prison
,
and
as
bold
As
ever
,
unto
Holborn-Bridge
it
straid
,
But
there
through
mercy
was
its
fury
staid
.
Yet
still
in
Fleetstreet
did
it
wander
far
,
E'ven
to
the
Temple
,
but
God
put
a
barre
There
to
this
lawless
fire
,
and
here
supprest
This
Tyrants
raging
force
,
and
sav'd
the
rest
;
For
which
we
ought
with
thankful
hearts
to
raise
To
him
some
Trophies
of
immortal
praise
.
Now
he
that
once
gave
forth
his
Law
in
Flame
,
Would
not
at
once
destroy
ours
by
the
same
.
Now
he
that
saith
,
from
Truth
he
will
not
vary
,
Gods
mercy
was
the
Temples
Sanctuary
.
Had
not
his
mercy
now
a
remnant
spar'd
,
Like
Sodom
,
and
Gomorrah
we
had
far'd
:
The
City
for
the
most
part
ruin'd
lies
,
To
Gods
just
vengeance
a
due
Sacrifice
;
But
through
his
mercy
,
just
like
a
fire-brand
,
Out
of
the
burning
pluckt
,
the
Suburbs
stand
:
Their
Goods
for
the
most
part
too
,
and
lives
he
saves
,
Who
in
their
houses
might
have
found
their
graves
:
But
now
when
I
reflect
on
what
's
consum'd
,
How
many
Churches
are
themselves
inhum'd
!
How
many
Hospitals
are
Cripples
made
!
How
many
lofty
publick
Halls
are
laid
E'ven
with
the
ground
!
my
quill
in
tears
I
steep
,
My
Muse
sits
down
in
dropping
Verse
to
weep
.
Now
stately
Churches
in
their
Graves
are
laid
:
Altars
themselves
are
Sacrifices
made
:
And
now
old
Paul
a
Martyr
is
once
more
,
And
that
in
England
,
which
we
must
deplore
:
His
Temple
in
the
firie
Ocean
stood
Like
to
some
Island
,
but
the
raging
flood
Of
Flames
hath
drown'd
its
glory
,
over-turn'd
This
wondrous
Fabrick
,
wonder
!
how
it
burn'd
!
The
School
it self
Ignis
could
not
decline
:
The
Pulpit
could
not
its
own
fall
divine
:
Yet
falling
preacht
Earths
glory
is
a
trance
:
The
Organs
could
not
pipe
,
though
the
Stones
dance
:
Paul
falls
away
in
's
old
age
,
the
Saint
hath
By
strange
Apostacy
now
broke
his
Faith
†
Yet
he
who
when
he
liv'd
wrought
many
,
fell
Not
now
't
is
said
without
a
Miracle
.
His
Altar
,
Clothing
,
Canopie
remain'd
Untouch't
,
and
unconsum'd
when
the
sire
reign'd
O're
all
the
rest
,
lest
some
Phanaticks
shall
Report
the
bowing
that
way
made
him
fall
.
But
since
he
now
lies
buried
in
Faith
,
My
heart
hope
of
his
Resurrection
hath
:
Where
could
the
Doctor
of
the
Gentiles
have
,
Than
among
learned
Books
*
,
a
fitter
grave
:
Now
some
obscure
Authors
,
Profane
,
Divine
,
Are
brought
to
light
,
and
their
names
made
to
shine
:
Some
of
them
said
,
Tempus
est
edax
rerum
,
But
this
fire
proves
it self
so
,
and
doth
jeer
'
um
.
Were
I
Poet
only
,
no
Divine
,
I
chiefly
might
lament
the
loss
of
Wine
;
But
I
care
not
if
it
were
burned
all
;
Too
much
of
this
hath
made
the
City
fall
.
See
how
this
fire
did
worldly
glory
jeere
!
View
the
Exchange
!
O
what
a
change
is
here
!
Now
from
the
Steeple
of
the
stately
Bow
The
Bells
are
shot
,
and
run
indeed
,
but
so
That
scarcely
one
of
twelve
well
cast
is
found
;
All
are
like
water
spilt
upon
the
ground
:
You
that
were
wont
to
make
the
Ringers
sweat
,
Now
are
your selves
in
a
far
greater
heat
:
Ringers
keep
up
your
bells
!
so
we
would
man
,
But
they
will
fall
too
fast
,
do
what
we
can
:
Now
for
the
bells
men
wring
their
hands
,
to
see
How
the
sweet
Ring
of
Cornhil
melted
bee
:
The
Town
's
on
fire
,
ring
the
bells
backwards
all
!
Alas
!
they
cannot
,
for
they
backwards
fall
:
For
help
to
save
themselves
they
cannot
call
,
How
sits
the
City
solitary
,
who
Was
full
of
People
only
full
of
woe
?
How
like
a
Cottage
in
a
Garden
shows
,
Or
a
storm'd
Garrison
sack't
,
burnt
by
foes
,
This
ancient
City
!
which
as
stories
tell
,
Brute
*
built
when
Samuel
judged
Israel
,
And
call'd
it
Troy-novant
,
't
was
ominous
sure
,
And
signified
Troy's
fate
it
must
endure
.
Lud
*
afterward
rebuilt
,
more
ample
made
This
City
unto
Ludgate
,
which
't
is
said
,
Deriv'd
its
name
from
his
,
nay
some
averre
,
He
his
name
to
the
City
did
transferre
;
And
changed
Troy-novant
into
Luds-Town
,
Which
time
hath
chang'd
to
London
of
renown
For
age
,
yet
beauty
,
strength
,
wealth
,
glory
,
scarce
To
be
paralel'd
in
the
Universe
:
The
ancient
fear
of
Kings
,
and
royal
place
Of
British
,
Saxon
,
Norman
,
Scottish
race
;
And
which
hath
hitherto
by
age
,
and
time
,
Grown
but
more
beautiful
,
than
in
its
prime
:
But
not
without
some
alteration
,
true
,
It
hath
oft
like
a
Snake
chang'd
skin
,
and
hew
:
Nor
did
it
alwayes
scape
the
fire
before
,
But
in
the
Conquerours
twentieth
year
(a)
it
bore
,
Such
marks
of
wasting
Flames
as
at
this
day
:
The
greatest
part
in
ruines
then
did
lay
.
Saint
Paul's
which
Ethelbert
,
(b)
of
Saxon
men
First
Christian
King
,
did
build
,
was
burnt
down
then
;
This
Erkenwald
(c)
its
Bishop
had
enlarg'd
,
Adorn'd
,
Enricht
,
all
which
this
fire
discharg'd
.
But
the
next
year
(a)
Mauritius
piouslie
,
Another
Prelate
of
this
Ancient
See
,
Laid
the
foundation
of
a
far
more
fair
,
Magnificent
,
and
stately
Structure
there
;
Which
in
process
of
time
,
by
bounteous
hand
Of
pious
Benefactors
,
late
did
stand
This
Nations
glory
,
others
envy
,
and
Not
to
be
paralel'd
in
Christian
Land
:
The
boasted
of
fair
Church
of
Nostre
Dame
In
Paris
,
might
be
Handmaid
to
this
same
;
When
our
St.
Paul
was
in
his
pomp
,
I
trow
,
Their
Lady
set
by
him
would
make
no
show
Until
the
Steeples
Heav'n
assaulting
Spire
,
By
Lightning
sent
from
Heav'n
was
set
on
fire
:
As
if
this
seem'd
to
imitate
the
pride
Of
Babel
builders
,
whom
God
did
deride
,
This
lofty
Pyramis
he
burned
down
;
Which
fire
seis'd
on
Paul's
roof
,
&
sing'd
his
crown
,
And
with
its
smutty
beams
,
scorched
his
head
,
Black't
and
defac't
the
whole
Structure
,
and
made
Paul
look
more
like
,
to
such
as
did
him
mark
,
An
Ethiopian
,
than
an
English
Clark
:
The
marks
of
which
he
for
a
long
time
bore
,
Nor
could
regain
his
beauty
as
before
;
Till
to
the
Land
of
God
,
and
his
own
praise
,
The
Reverend
Archbishop
Land
did
raise
Paul's
to
its
pristine
glory
;
till
late
times
,
When
Sacriledge
,
Rebellion
no
crimes
,
But
Vertues
were
accounted
:
Some
mens
zeal
Could
devour
whole
Cathedrals
at
a
meal
:
Christ's
zeal
for
Gods
House
eat
him
up
,
more
odd
Was
this
,
their
zeal
eat
up
the
House
of
God
:
The
holy
Tribe
,
and
service
,
they
cast
out
,
Brought
Horses
in
,
the
more
beasts
they
no
doubt
:
Thus
these
Phanaticks
,
O
abominable
!
Turned
the
House
of
God
into
a
Stable
;
And
Reformation
was
there
never
stranger
,
Where
Altars
stood
,
to
set
up
Rack
,
and
Manger
:
Temple
profaners
must
on
the
sacred
sloore
Your
Horses
dung
?
What
could
the
Turks
do
more
?
The
Jews
indeed
did
less
,
they
to
a
Den
Turned
Gods
Temple
,
but
it
was
of
men
,
Though
thieves
,
but
these
more
brutish
,
for
the
nonce
Make
it
a
den
of
thieves
,
and
beasts
at
once
;
And
by
such
usage
,
Paul
declin'd
a
pace
;
The
Souldiers
gave
him
deep
scars
on
his
face
,
His
Walls
lookt
sadly
,
and
his
Gates
did
mourn
,
Until
the
late
miraculous
return
Of
King
,
and
Bishops
,
who
remov'd
th'
abuse
,
And
Paul's
restor'd
unto
its
pristine
use
:
And
daily
did
re-edifie
,
repair
All
parts
about
it
,
which
lately
ruin'd
were
:
But
by
this
raging
fire
,
which
now
befell
The
City
,
sparing
neither
Church
,
nor
Cell
,
Paul
'mong
the
rest
into
his
Grave
is
thrown
,
Whence
we
expect
his
Resurrection
:
In
King
,
and
Bishops
,
to
good
works
inclin'd
We
Ethelbert
,
and
Erkenwalds
to
find
,
And
generous
Mauritus
too
do
trust
;
Who
will
redeem
Paul's
once
more
from
its
dust
:
Nor
do
I
doubt
,
did
we
but
lay
to
heart
The
causes
of
our
woes
,
by
which
we
smart
:
Or
would
this
stubborn
Nation
but
endure
The
means
of
their
Recovery
,
and
Cure
:
Th'
Almighty
would
in
mercy
soon
restore
The
City
to
its
beauty
,
or
to
more
:
It
should
not
long
as
now
in
ruines
lie
;
Nor
noise
of
War
our
borders
terrifie
:
The
killing
Plague
should
in
all
places
cease
,
Our
Land
enjoy
Prosperity
,
and
Peace
.
Let
us
consider
then
of
all
our
woe
The
Cause
,
the
Cure
we
shall
the
better
know
.
The
Cause
of
our
Calamities
.
THE
Cause
of
all
,
in
highest
Heav'ns
I
seek
,
And
in
our
sinful
bosomes
,
which
do
reek
With
boiling
lust
,
whence
sinful
deeds
do
rise
,
As
vapours
from
the
Earth
,
above
the
Skies
Ascend
,
and
make
those
clouds
of
Gods
just
ire
,
Which
thunder'd
forth
the
War
,
lightned
the
Fire
,
And
did
on
this
provoking
people
pour
Of
mortal
sickness
a
contagious
showr
:
Not
for
the
causes
meerly
natural
Of
all
these
woes
,
or
means
instrumental
,
Search
I
,
but
for
the
prime
efficient
,
And
inward
moving
cause
,
were
our
hearts
rent
With
due
contrition
,
this
we
soon
might
spy
Deep
in
our
brests
,
for
that
we
must
look
high
:
God
is
the
Author
,
and
our
Sins
the
Spring
;
Which
on
us
all
these
dreadful
Plagues
do
bring
:
How
many
Atheists
in
this
Land
do
dwell
?
Even
Owles
at
Athens
,
blind
in
Israel
.
There
is
no
God
,
say
some
fools
in
their
heart
,
VVhom
war
,
nor
Plague
would
from
their
Atheism
start
:
Sure
by
the
light
of
the
late
dreadful
fire
They
'le
see
their
folly
,
and
the
light
that
's
higher
.
How
many
with
corporeal
fancies
serve
That
God
who
is
all
Spirit
?
others
swerve
From
his
prescription
,
after
their
own
will
Do
worship
him
,
and
are
devoutly
ill
.
Many
a
swearing
,
cursing
miscreant
,
As
Devils
upon
Earth
,
each
place
doth
haunt
,
And
do
blaspheme
Gods
sacred
Name
,
in
spight
Of
all
Plagues
,
wish
a
Plague
,
and
take
delight
To
tear
Christs
wounds
,
&
afresh
make
him
bleed
;
Pray
to
be
damn'd
,
but
sure
they
shall
not
need
:
When
neither
war
,
nor
plague
would
these
affright
,
God
fir'd
their
Houses
'bout
their
ears
to
light
Them
to
Repentance
,
and
thus
let
them
see
An
Embleme
of
the
Worlds
Catastrophe
,
And
an
Epitome
of
that
Hell
Infernal
In
which
the
wicked
after
death
must
burn
all
.
How
many
do
neglect
,
contemn
,
profane
All
holy
times
consecrate
to
God's
Name
,
And
service
now
?
How
is
the
zeal
grown
cold
,
Which
thronged
Christian
Churches
so
of
old
?
Scarce
the
tenth
part
will
in
some
places
come
To
Church
,
but
most
do
idley
stay
at
home
?
Or
to
Schismatical
Assemblies
run
,
Or
make
an
halt
until
the
Pray'rs
be
done
:
Of
those
,
who
in
our
Churches
do
appear
,
How
few
with
reverence
,
and
godly
fear
Behave
themselves
?
some
do
in
Taverns
wast
Those
precious
hours
,
when
here
their
souls
should
feast
;
And
one
would
think
,
when
such
a
Plague
God
sent
,
All
Christians
now
would
fast
,
pray
,
and
repent
:
But
on
the
Fasting
days
,
Good
Lord
!
how
few
Will
come
before
thee
,
and
for
mercy
sue
!
All
Holy-days
are
mere
Play-days
now
are
made
,
Or
consecrate
to
drunken
Baechus
trade
:
Church
doors
are
open'd
,
&
bells
ring
for
fashion
,
But
th'
Alehouse
hath
the
greater
Congregation
:
Gods
House
indeed
is
styl'd
the
House
of
Pray'r
,
But
if
no
Preaching
be
,
few
will
come
there
,
They
think
't
not
worth
the
while
to
call
on
God
,
Even
when
they
groan
under
his
scourging
Rod
:
They
hear
,
and
hear
,
but
never
learn
to
do
Those
duties
which
all
Preaching
tendeth
to
:
Others
whose
lusts
,
and
sins
the
Word
controuls
,
Nauseate
all
Preaching
,
Physick
for
their
Souls
;
And
the
seduced
people
,
whose
blind
eyes
See
not
of
Christ
the
saving
mysteries
,
Yet
wholesome
Chatechizing
wont
endure
,
For
their
Souls
blindness
though
the
only
cure
:
Thus
is
Gods
Service
crucified
between
Two
thieves
like
him
,
and
in
his
House
is
seen
A
den
of
thieves
,
one
sort
rob
of
him
of
Pray'r
▪
The
other
rob
their
souls
of
his
Word
there
:
And
for
the
blessed
Sacrament
,
so
full
Of
sweetest
consolation
,
to
the
dull
A
quickning
goad
,
to
weak
a
strong
support
,
Assurance
to
the
fearful
,
and
a
fort
To
tempted
Christians
,
to
such
as
for
sin
cry
,
An
Handkerchief
dipt
in
Christs
blood
to
dry
Their
sorrow
up
,
a
Cordial
to
the
faint
,
An
heav'nly
banquet
to
the
humble
Saint
:
How
few
will
sit
themselves
,
draw
nigh
,
and
tast
This
soul
refreshing
mystical
repast
:
'T
was
one
effect
of
our
late
Reformation
,
T'
exile
this
Sacrament
out
of
the
Nation
Almost
,
some
towns
in
twenty
years
had
not
Any
Communion
,
they
had
forgot
Do
this
in
remembrance
of
me
,
and
now
They
've
lost
their
stomacks
by
long
fasting
;
how
To
bring
them
to
an
appetite
once
more
,
That
the
Lords
Table
may
of
guests
have
store
,
We
scarce
do
know
,
they
have
been
so
affrighted
From
that
wherewith
their
souls
should
be
delighted
Their
Preachers
sounding
in
their
ears
damnation
,
To
scare
them
from
Communion
profanation
,
Which
was
indeed
to
rise
'mong
some
,
that
durst
Approach
without
due
Preparation
first
,
But
still
forgetting
equally
to
press
Their
duty
to
receive
,
though
in
the
dress
Of
Knowledge
,
Faith
,
Repentance
,
Charitie
;
That
in
contempt
did
as
much
peril
lie
;
The
poor
deluded
people
did
believe
,
The
only
danger
was
if
they
receive
;
Fly
from
their
Souls
food
as
their
certain
bane
;
To
whom
Christs
Institution
is
in
vain
,
So
strangely
Gods
Commandements
were
then
Made
void
by
the
Traditions
of
these
men
.
Now
this
luke-warmness
to
Gods
worship
,
we
May
both
in
Countrey
,
and
in
City
see
:
For
such
contempt
of
Christs
Authoritie
,
Might
justly
some
be
sick
,
some
weak
,
some
die
:
Mens
coldness
kindled
wrath
,
that
fire
anon
,
To
make
them
fervent
in
Religion
:
You
would
not
come
to
Church
a
while
ago
,
No
Churches
now
you
have
to
come
unto
:
The
Gates
of
Sion
mourn'd
'
cause
few
,
or
none
Would
enter
there
,
but
now
you
make
your
mone
,
And
mourn
for
Sions
gates
,
'
cause
they
are
burn'd
With
fire
,
and
to
a
heap
of
ashes
turn'd
.
Sion
before
in
silence
did
lament
,
Because
so
few
her
solemn
Feasts
frequent
Now
you
may
mourn
in
silence
,
sigh
,
and
fast
,
For
that
the
places
of
her
Feasts
be
wast
:
Thus
want
of
zeal
hath
sir'd
the
House
of
God
,
Neglect
of
Worship
Temples
hath
destroy'd
,
Nor
could
you
look
,
but
that
which
burned
down
God's
Houses
thus
,
must
needs
consume
your
own
.
Thus
justly
may
the
War
,
Plague
,
Fire
,
and
all
,
For
our
neglect
to
serve
God
,
on
us
fall
.
How
many
disobedient
are
to
all
Their
Parents
,
civil
,
spiritual
,
natural
?
How
rife's
Rebellion
,
while
the
People
strive
With
Prince
and
Priest
neither
due
reverence
give
?
Their
Princes
Laws
,
the
people
think
not
right
;
The
Priests
their
Prelates
admonition
slight
:
Servants
rebel
against
their
Masters
,
and
Wives
disobey
their
Husbands
sit
command
:
Children
their
loving
Parents
honour
not
:
Obedience
among
all
sorts
is
forgot
.
What
swarms
have
we
of
stubborn
Sectaries
?
Who
all
Dominion
boldly
do
despise
:
Nor
are
afraid
to
speak
of
Dignities
All
kind
of
evil
,
though
most
grievous
lies
.
The
Ark
had
but
one
Cham
,
our
Church
many
,
Who
glad
their
Fathers
nakedness
to
spy
,
With
most
reproachful
mocks
,
and
taunts
discover
,
And
blazon
it
abroad
the
Nation
over
.
Nay
rather
than
Fathers
in
Church
or
State
,
Shall
want
the
ruder
peoples
scorn
,
and
hate
:
Such
whet
their
tongues
to
tell
the
smoothest
lies
,
Which
these
to
pop'lar
scorn
may
sacrifice
.
Rebellion
though
as
sin
of
witchcraft
reigns
Among
this
headstrong
people
,
whom
no
reins
Of
Law
will
rule
,
no
Power
curb
,
or
awe
From
following
their
will
,
their
will
's
a
law
To
them
alone
,
who
without
fear
,
or
shame
,
Publickly
their
perversness
do
proclaim
:
Saying
,
if
they
were
not
commanded
to
These
,
and
these
things
they
would
them
freely
do
.
O
stubborn
people
!
shall
there
ever
rest
Spirits
of
Contradiction
in
your
brest
?
Hath
God
stampt
his
Authority
upon
Your
Governours
,
and
do
you
think
they
've
none
?
Hath
he
said
they
are
Gods
,
and
will
ye
then
Give
less
respect
to
them
,
than
other
men
?
Counsels
of
whispering
Seducers
,
how
Prone
to
observe
,
and
promptly
follow
,
you
Are
;
but
how
backwards
to
obey
,
we
see
,
Lawful
Commands
of
just
Authoritie
:
And
is
the
lawfulness
,
and
duty
less
,
Because
enjoyn'd
?
nay
more
your
stubbornness
To
disobey
:
God
is
contemned
sure
,
And
such
contempt
from
men
will
not
endure
.
Yet
when
for
peoples
sins
he
Plagues
hath
sent
,
They
oft
impute
them
to
the
Government
:
So
the
rebellious
mutineers
of
old
VVhen
the
Earth
strangely
swallowed
up
those
bold
Conspirators
of
Corah's
faction
,
cry'd
Ye
the
Lords
people
kill'd
,
Gods
hand
denied
,
Moses
,
and
Aaron
with
that
slaughter
charg'd
,
Till
God
by
his
just
judgment
them
discharg'd
;
By
a
sad
Plague
sweeping
these
murmurers
thence
,
Brought
the
whole
Camp
into
another
sense
:
Now
when
the
like
sins
among
us
are
spread
;
Shall
we
not
say
for
these
are
many
dead
?
Gods
Judgments
are
a
great
deep
,
if
we
dive
Too
far
,
we
drown
all
Charity
,
alive
Preserve
censoriousness
,
believe
I
do
All
sorts
have
sin'd
,
all
sorts
have
suffer'd
too
;
Yet
all
may
hear
,
what
some
observe
,
and
dread
;
Most
factious
places
are
most
visited
.
Have
we
not
murmurers
among
us
too
,
Like
to
rebellious
Corah
,
and
his
crew
?
VVill
,
what
is
Moses
,
and
what
Aaron
,
say
,
Are
we
not
all
holy
,
as
well
as
they
?
To
rule
,
and
sacrifice
,
all
would
have
pow'r
:
Might
not
for
this
a
fire
from
God
devour
The
City
,
which
as
eminent
in
sin
,
Hath
exemplary
now
in
judgment
been
?
That
whilome
was
rebellions
spring
and
nurse
,
And
seem'd
back-sliding
to
the
former
course
:
Is
now
of
England's
woe
,
and
sorrow
source
:
Sin
no
more
so
,
lest
you
are
plagued
worse
.
What
murthers
in
this
Land
committed
were
;
For
Civil
Wars
on
one
side
murthers
are
:
And
God
doth
know
,
to
whose
charge
shall
be
laid
That
blood
which
in
our
Civil
Wars
was
shed
.
Blood
is
a
crying
sin
,
so
much
was
spilt
,
This
Nation
cannot
but
be
deep
in
guilt
;
Especially
when
Royal
blood
hath
been
Profanely
shed
,
no
doubt
a
roaring
sin
;
And
who
doth
know
,
but
the
just
God
doth
make
Now
Inquisition
for
that
blood
,
and
take
Due
Vengeance
on
us
for
that
barbarous
fact
,
The
like
whereto
no
Nation
ere
did
act
:
Unless
those
cursed
Jews
who
crucified
Their
Saviour
,
for
which
they
still
abide
The
wrath
of
God
,
and
shame
of
men
,
as
we
For
that
through
all
the
world
reproached
be
.
Nor
need
we
wonder
judgment
was
delaid
,
That
this
same
Vengeance
was
no
sooner
paid
,
If
it
should
be
for
this
:
For
God
is
wont
To
call
men
to
Repentance
first
,
he
don't
Suddenly
punish
,
but
gives
means
and
time
,
That
men
may
see
,
and
sorrow
for
their
crime
;
And
so
prevent
the
Plague
;
now
all
the
while
Usurpers
rul'd
;
Our
King
was
in
exile
;
None
openly
of
this
might
speak
a
word
;
Which
to
deluded
people
could
afford
Due
Information
of
these
hainous
crimes
,
Which
past
for
Vertues
in
those
cheating
times
:
But
since
the
Throne
,
and
Pulpit
too
were
free
From
Gulls
,
Impostors
and
their
knavery
;
Since
all
men
saw
,
what
ever
such
pretended
,
In
Self-advancement
their
Religion
ended
:
Since
the
Saints
coat
was
pulled
o're
their
ears
,
Who
for
a
Cloak
of
Villany
it
wears
.
Since
that
vile
murther
hath
been
quite
disclaim'd
By
a
free
Parliament
,
a
Fast
proclaim'd
,
Wherein
the
Nation
annually
may
Humble
themselves
before
their
God
,
and
pray
The
guilt
hereof
may
not
lie
on
their
head
,
To
them
nor
their
posterity
be
laid
:
Since
Orthodox
Divines
have
soundly
shown
How
sins
of
others
may
become
our
own
;
And
so
how
many
ways
men
guilty
stand
Of
Royal
blood
,
before
Gods
bar
,
whose
hand
Or
heart
ne're
toucht
it
:
not
by
commission
,
Covnsel
,
or
by
abetting
the
transgression
Only
,
or
by
allowing
it
for
good
,
But
by
our
not
resisting
it
to
blood
,
Or
by
not
mourning
for
't
enough
,
or
by
Those
sins
,
which
did
provoke
the
Deitie
,
So
far
to
suffer
villany
to
reign
,
For
woe
to
us
,
to
kill
our
Sovereign
:
Since
means
,
and
opportunities
have
thus
Of
true
Repentance
been
afforded
us
;
The
only
reason
of
Gods
Patience
;
Yet
so
few
shew
a
hearty
Penitence
,
Even
among
those
most
deeply
guilty
were
;
Who
where
the
Fast
is
kept
will
not
come
there
:
But
have
such
seared
Consciences
,
that
they
Keep
a
Thanksgiving
on
that
Fasting-day
▪
Dwell
we
not
stil
with
those
?
whose
fine
tongues
are
More
soft
than
Oyl
,
yet
in
their
hearts
have
War
,
Who
smoother
are
than
Butter
in
their
words
,
Yet
in
design
,
and
wish
,
are
drawing
Swords
:
Such
as
pretended
ever
to
abhorre
,
Charles
the
first
death
,
and
seemed
zealous
for
The
Seconds
Restauration
,
missing
what
In
Church
,
or
State
they
hoped
for
by
that
,
Seem
in
their
discontent
to
lay
the
train
Of
th'
old
Rebellion
,
venturing
again
A
second
Charles
his
ruine
,
rather
then
Their
will
shall
not
be
law
,
and
they
the
men
.
Shall
not
God
visit
such
a
Generation
,
And
be
avenged
on
a
bloody
Nation
?
And
since
that
sinful
City
cannot
be
Excus'd
from
guilt
of
blood
,
which
was
too
free
In
contributing
to
the
war
,
and
killing
;
And
to
the
Royal
bloods
inhumane
spilling
,
Not
(
to
the
shedding
of
their
own
,
)
resisting
,
To
that
which
came
to
this
,
too
much
assisting
▪
(
The
Bodkins
which
the
City
Dames
did
give
,
Our
Caesar
of
his
life
help't
to
deprive
:
The
tumults
raised
there
were
Prologue
to
This
tragick
Act
,
which
other
hands
did
do
:
)
Since
they
could
see
their
King
before
his
Doore
Murther'd
by
miscreants
,
and
weep
no
more
:
Since
blood
of
loyal
Subjects
too
was
shed
I'
th'
midst
of
them
,
and
they
scarce
shook
their
head
.
Since
they
so
long
supported
,
and
maintained
Usurping
Powers
,
who
in
Rebellion
raigned
Under
the
Kingly
power
unruly
were
,
Yet
Tyrants
force
so
long
could
tamely
heauen
Might
not
for
this
Gods
Justice
lately
call
For
those
Judgments
did
on
the
City
fall
?
In
David's
time
a
Plague
on
Israel
,
For
what
Saul
did
to
th'
Gibeonites
,
befel
.
How
with
uncleanness
of
all
sorts
defil'd
Is
this
our
sinful
Land
,
the
people
wild
In
their
unbridled
lusts
,
like
Horses
they
Are
ranck
,
each
for
his
neighbours
wife
do
neigh
:
Sodomy
,
Incest
,
Fornication
,
and
Adultery
;
Nay
of
heart
,
tongue
,
and
hand
,
All
kind
of
filthiness
is
sadly
found
To
be
too
fruitful
in
our
English
ground
:
In
Court
,
and
Camp
,
City
,
and
Countrey
,
we
This
kind
of
sin
grown
impudent
do
see
:
The
Nation
hath
the
forehead
of
an
Whore
,
Declares
her
sin
as
Sodom
,
and
doth
more
:
When
such
as
should
in
others
punish
it
,
The
same
themselves
without
shame
do
commit
;
Sinners
are
bold
,
and
do
not
seek
to
hide
Their
shame
,
but
all
reproof
thereof
deride
.
We
read
by
Plague
did
many
thousands
die
,
When
Israel
did
with
Moab's
Daughters
lie
:
How
Sodom
,
and
Gomorrah
when
they
burn'd
In
lustful
heat
,
God
into
ashes
turn'd
By
fire
from
heav'n
,
since
first
our
guilt
and
blame
Hath
been
,
well
might
our
suff'ring
be
the
same
;
And
that
same
filthy
City
which
doth
lie
In
ruines
,
How
full
of
Adulterie
,
And
all
uncleaness
was
it
?
and
as
some
Observ'd
,
the
Plague
did
most
in
places
come
And
rage
,
where
this
sin
reign'd
,
yet
,
health
return'd
To
them
,
afresh
they
in
their
old
lusts
burn'd
:
In
filthiness
they
drove
on
Sodom's
trade
,
And
now
by
fire
are
like
Gomorrah
made
:
Yet
have
a
remnant
scap't
,
like
little
Zoar
For
shelter
unto
Lot
,
let
such
beware
!
More
Plagues
in
store
for
sinners
still
there
are
.
Thou
shalt
not
steal
,
saith
God
,
but
O
my
soul
!
How
doth
our
Peoples
practice
this
controul
?
Will
they
not
rob
?
Yes
,
God
himself
they
will
;
In
Tithes
,
and
Offerings
they
do
it
still
.
In
ev'ry
Parish
Vicar
you
may
see
A
witness
of
the
old
Church
robberie
:
Nor
can
we
yet
forget
the
later
time
,
When
Sacriledge
accounted
was
no
crime
:
When
from
the
Church
her
Rights
,
Revenues
,
Lands
Were
pluck't
away
by
Sacrilegious
hands
:
When
some
mens
zeal
the
very
Bells
did
melt
Bullets
to
make
,
their
Enemies
to
pelt
:
When
heat
of
Reformation
our
Church
Plate
Coin'd
into
current
money
for
the
State.
And
some
mens
feud
with
Superstition
rent
Each
peice
of
Brass
from
dustie
monument
:
When
greedy
Cormorants
stood
gaping
still
For
gleab
,
and
tithes
,
even
to
the
Goose
,
whose
quill
,
Thanks
be
to
God
,
is
left
us
yet
to
write
The
shame
of
those
,
who
in
such
theft
delight
;
And
was
it
not
Commission
of
transgression
Against
this
Law
,
to
Plunder
by
Commission
?
Besides
their
Sequestration
,
Decimation
,
Was
there
not
cunning
stealing
in
this
Nation
?
Whatever
some
do
reckon
of
their
sin
,
Far
lesser
theives
I
doubt
have
hanged
bin
.
Now
when
I
Fraud
,
and
Cosenage
think
upon
,
Extortion
,
Bribery
,
and
Oppression
:
I
fear
almost
in
ev'ry
way
and
street
,
Go
where
you
will
,
each
man
's
a
theif
you
meet
:
Some
on
the
Bench
are
greater
theives
by
far
,
Than
such
as
stand
before
them
at
the
bar
:
Too
often
Law
,
and
Livings
too
are
sold
For
bribes
,
and
simony
,
now
very
bold
:
Such
as
do
sell
,
or
lend
to
court
must
stay
,
And
some
years
hence
for
expedition
pay
:
In
ev'ry
shop
a
cheating
thief
doth
stand
,
To
cosen
with
fine
words
,
while
by
the
hand
He
friendly
shakes
you
;
In
each
Market
,
Fair
,
Each
buyer
finds
thieves
are
not
very
rare
.
Each
brother
will
supplant
,
and
falsely
deal
,
Each
neighbour
over-reach
,
which
is
to
steal
:
And
I
believe
,
even
to
the
Countreys
cost
,
The
King
of
all
men
now
is
cheated
most
.
Whom
may
we
trust
,
whose
word
now
dare
we
take
?
Why
do
we
Bonds
to
one
another
make
?
There
are
we
see
more
thieves
among
us
,
then
House-breakers
,
Cut-purses
,
and
High-way
men
.
Now
may
I
be
of
Jeremiah's
mind
,
And
wish
some
quiet
lodging-place
to
find
In
solitary
Wilderness
,
that
so
I
might
from
such
a
treach'rous
people
go
:
Who
bend
their
tongues
as
bows
for
cosening
lies
;
Deceitful
men
,
whom
none
will
trust
,
that
tries
:
Whose
tongues
are
arrows
shot
out
,
speak
deceit
,
Utt'ring
fine
words
to
cheat
,
they
lie
in
wait
:
Of
such
God
saith
,
Behold
,
I
'le
melt
,
and
try
them
:
Reprobate
silver
,
then
to
be
he
'l
spy
them
.
Shall
I
not
visit
for
these
things
,
saith
he
,
And
on
such
people
now
avenged
be
?
And
as
the
City
hath
notorious
been
For
sins
of
this
sort
,
justly
now
't
is
seen
Low
in
the
dust
,
sunk
under
its
own
weight
Of
Cosenage
,
and
Oppression
,
from
its
height
.
Landlords
intolerably
rack't
their
Rent
,
This
made
them
rack
their
Consciences
to
vent
At
highest
rates
their
Wares
;
E'ven
forc't
to
cheat
,
To
get
their
Landlords
Rent
,
their
Family
meat
:
Fraud
,
with
Equivocations
,
lies
to
mask
,
Double
the
price
of
any
thing
to
ask
,
Hath
been
the
brand
of
Citizens
we
know
:
These
things
may
be
the
cause
of
all
their
woe
.
Thou
shalt
not
bear
false
witness
God
hath
said
:
How
then
are
Knights
of
th'
post
become
a
trade
?
Nay
those
who
like
Saints
walk
in
holy
guise
,
Do
bend
their
tongues
as
bows
for
telling
lies
:
Had
there
been
none
who
would
false
witness
bear
,
Our
Martyr'd
Sovereign
had
yet
stood
clear
Before
the
worst
of
Judges
,
Calumnies
Were
ever
blown
into
the
peoples
eyes
(
Lest
they
should
see
his
innocence
,
and
wrongs
)
By
subtile
slander
from
their
double
tongues
,
Who
fought
against
,
yet
said
they
for
him
fought
,
Vow'd
to
preserve
,
yet
to
the
Scaffold
brought
His
life
,
and
honour
;
still
belied
his
Cause
,
His
Person
,
Party
,
and
the
juster
Laws
;
While
in
a
mockery
of
Justice
,
they
Would
seem
by
Law
their
Sovereign
to
slay
:
Falsely
accuse
God
too
,
Religion
,
Reason
,
While
they
would
make
these
seem
t'
allow
their
Treason
:
Had
not
false
rumors
,
&
reports
'mong
us
,
Into
Rebellion
gull'd
the
people
thus
:
They'd
ne're
have
suffer'd
Charles
the
first
so
good
A
Prince
,
by
Regicides
to
lose
his
blood
:
Still
the
same
trade
of
lying's
carried
on
Under
the
mask
of
pure
Religion
:
No
Mountebanck
doth
use
more
lying
tricks
To
cheat
,
than
these
religious
Empericks
:
On
womens
zeal
when
they
'd
commit
a
Rape
,
The
Pander
still
must
be
religious
Ape
:
To
slander
King
,
and
Bishops
,
from
the
Church
,
Is
still
the
way
,
new
Proselytes
to
lurch
:
And
of
all
men
the
holy
Tribe
are
most
Belyed
by
some
,
who
of
their
Saintship
boast
;
Nor
of
her
sons
alone
false
tales
they
broach
,
But
most
the
Church
their
Mother
do
reproach
:
Schism's
backt
with
slander
of
the
Church
their
Mother
;
Yet
all
the
Factions
slander
one
another
:
But
beside
Slanders
,
Errors
,
Heresies
,
False
Oaths
,
Equivocations
,
Perjuries
,
Are
in
these
sinful
dayes
among
us
found
,
To
grow
,
and
thrive
,
and
spread
in
English
ground
:
Oaths
of
Allegiance
,
some
like
Sampsons
cords
Can
snap
asunder
,
while
a
pack
of
words
They
call
a
Covenant
,
contrived
by
A
pack
of
Knaves
,
must
hold
inviolably
:
Oaths
of
Canonical
Obedience
Many
to
keep
make
little
Conscience
,
But
swallow
them
,
and
think
no
more
upon
't
,
These
ne're
rise
in
their
stomacks
,
though
they
don
't
At
all
observe
them
,
while
a
squeamish
Sister
,
To
whom
the
Cross
,
or
Surplice
,
gives
a
Glister
,
It
goes
against
their
Conscience
to
offend
Though
oaths
,
subscriptions
,
and
all
bonds
they
rend
In
pieces
quite
;
nay
their
good
Dames
to
please
,
To
all
their
duty
give
a
writ
of
ease
:
Nor
is
the
Countrey
fertile
soil
alone
To
these
ill
weeds
,
but
they
have
freely
grown
Within
the
City
,
for
such
sins
of
late
God
justly
might
lay
it
even
desolate
.
Nor
is
the
root
of
all
curs'd
evil
less
Of
growth
in
English
ground
,
Covetousness
:
This
sin
with
us
hath
had
the
greatest
stroke
In
breach
of
both
the
Tables
,
we
thus
broke
:
Many
make
Gold
their
God
,
a
silver
shrine
Is
their
Diana
,
Conscience
for
coin
Is
sold
;
Truth
,
Honestie
,
Justice
,
and
Faith
The
greedy
lust
of
Gain
devoured
hath
:
O
cursed
thirst
for
gain
,
what
canst
not
thou
Compel
frail
mortals
sinful
hearts
to
do
:
To
swear
,
and
lie
,
rebel
,
and
murther
,
and
Turn
bauds
,
or
whores
,
Knights
of
the
post
,
or
stand
To
cry
,
and
rob
,
to
cosen
,
and
betray
Their
dearest
friend
,
Church-rights
to
make
their
prey
,
For
gain
to
prostitute
wives
,
daughters
,
and
Do
any
thing
,
they
are
at
thy
command
:
Nay
some
the
form
of
godliness
do
make
A
cloak
for
cosenage
,
and
a
snare
to
take
The
simple
buyer
in
:
In
holy
guise
Some
hucksters
dare
of
souls
make
merchandise
;
Who
like
the
Pharisees
pray
by
the
hour
Only
the
widows
houses
to
devour
:
And
others
will
not
spare
an
hour
to
pray
,
Devoted
unto
Mammon
quite
are
they
;
Who
now
do
find
to
leave
their
shops
to
pray
,
Had
been
to
keep
their
shops
the
surest
way
:
While
Covetousness
in
all
our
hearts
thus
grew
,
Alas
poor
London
!
is
it
not
too
true
?
For
these
things
we
▪
and
thou
above
the
rest
,
By
the
just
hand
of
God
now
sufferest
.
Nor
let
the
Drunkard
think
he
is
forgot
,
His
Nations
stain
,
and
his
religions
blot
:
Who
under
one
Commandement
alone
Is
hardly
rank't
,
his
sins
'
gainst
ev'ry
one
;
Or
doth
at
least
betray
him
to
commit
The
Heav'n
provoking
sins
,
which
violate
it
.
The
swinish
Drunkard
Bacchus
doth
adore
:
Who
Oaths
,
and
Curses
in
his
mouth
hath
more
?
Gods
Service
he
contemns
,
his
Sundays
spends
At
some
good
fellowship
of
drunken
friends
:
He
little
Honour
,
or
Obedience
shows
To
whom
he
Honour
,
and
Obedience
ows
;
Be
they
Parents
or
Preists
,
Prelates
,
or
Prince
;
David
the
Song
of
Drunkards
was
long
since
:
What
brawls
,
contentions
,
murthers
some
commit
In
drunken
Revels
,
without
fear
,
or
wit
:
By
drinking
Healths
,
some
drink
away
their
own
,
And
kill
themselves
,
a
thing
not
seldom
known
:
Wine
is
they
say
the
milk
of
Venus
,
true
,
A
Drunkard
not
a
Wencher
,
who
ere
knew
?
Nor
spares
he
cosening
,
sland'ring
,
and
doth
covet
More
liquor
still
,
above
his
Soul
doth
love
it
:
To
sins
of
all
sorts
thus
he
gives
the
reins
,
All
ill
with
's
liquor
slides
into
his
veins
:
Since
now
so
rise
is
this
abomination
,
Who
can
expect
from
Heaven
,
but
desolation
,
And
with
the
noisome
Pestilence
chastise
A
beastly
people
,
who
themselves
disguise
So
much
with
drink
;
some
their
bowls
tossing
up
,
Found
death
even
at
the
bottom
of
the
Cup
;
When
in
the
midst
of
jollity
were
they
,
Death
brought
a
reck'ning
up
and
took
away
;
And
in
this
City
,
where
this
sin
was
common
,
A
Drawer
now
can
show
a
room
to
no
man
:
Such
who
o're-charg'd
with
drink
too
oft
cast
in
,
God
out
of
house
,
and
home
hath
cast
for
sin
:
And
he
hath
pour'd
that
wine
upon
the
floore
,
Which
often
laid
the
drinkers
there
before
:
Wine
in
a
thousand
Cellars
was
burn't
all
,
And
pour'd
out
at
the
Cities
Funeral
:
And
some
for
loss
of
wine
did
more
lament
Than
for
their
sins
,
for
which
our
Plagues
are
sent
:
More
of
a
Tavern
,
or
Play-house
the
fall
Lament
,
than
of
a
Church
,
or
Hospital
.
Sick
with
this
sin
from
head
to
foot
hath
bin
Our
Nation
,
sick
't
is
justly
for
this
sin
:
Their
Wine
inflam'd
the
Citizens
before
,
Justly
now
fire
inflam'd
their
Wine
therefore
:
As
well
with
shame
,
as
wine
,
to
make
these
blush
,
God
now
in
th'
fire
appeared
in
the
bush
:
And
for
this
sin
God
justly
might
,
no
doubt
,
Make
this
good
Land
to
spew
the
dwellers
out
.
And
next
to
Drunkenness
,
now
Pride
may
stand
Accus'd
as
cause
of
all
woe
in
this
Land
:
For
this
the
French
,
whose
Apes
in
this
we
be
,
May
justly
be
our
scourge
;
the
vanitie
Of
varying
fashions
!
which
doth
make
us
strange
To
such
as
know
us
,
and
our
women
change
Their
shape
with
each
new
Moon
,
&
some
do
show
,
By
the
loose
wanton
garb
in
which
they
go
,
What
ware
they
sell
;
and
some
do
strive
by
paint
,
To
make
the
ugly
Devil
seem
a
Saint
:
Some
have
their
faces
with
black
Patches
drest
,
As
thinking
dapled
Ladies
will
sell
best
:
Methinks
it
seems
as
if
some
Feind
did
place
The
print
of
Hell
burnt
fingers
on
their
face
:
Born
with
such
spots
should
you
your
children
see
,
You
'd
call
't
no
beauty
,
but
deformitie
:
God
now
sends
spots
,
as
he
would
theirs
deride
,
And
note
to
all
,
that
theirs
is
plaguie
Pride
:
And
now
adays
,
because
within
there
rests
So
little
Vertue
in
most
womens
brests
,
(
Which
of
old
won
them
Husbands
,
that
would
give
Dowries
to
get
a
vertuous
Wife
to
live
With
them
,
as
helps
most
meet
,
and
comforts
sure
,
Friends
in
both
fortunes
till
death
to
endure
▪
)
Naked
they
expose
them
to
youthful
eyes
,
Hoping
,
if
not
true
Love
,
yet
Lust
may
rise
At
such
a
sight
;
and
seizing
on
the
heart
Betray
it
unto
them
,
and
the
fond
smart
Of
Cupid's
flames
,
while
these
do
now
deny
What
they
would
fainest
grant
,
and
only
try
,
By
sprinkling
water
to
increase
the
fire
,
By
their
denyal
to
augment
desire
:
Thus
hunt
they
for
their
dear
,
and
use
some
wile
To
bring
the
simple
heart
within
their
toil
▪
Vertue
can
only
it
a
subject
make
;
Beauty
a
wandring
heart
may
captive
take
:
And
now
our
Ladies
vanity
,
and
pride
,
And
their
neglect
of
Huswifery
beside
,
Affright
all
sober
men
,
who
fear
to
woo
,
Lest
they
should
court
their
woe
in
doing
so
;
Or
with
their
wives
will
now
some
thousands
have
To
keep
them
in
the
fashion
fine
,
and
brave
.
What
a
fine
life
our
Gallants
live
?
and
yet
'T
were
fine
indeed
,
if
't
were
the
way
to
get
To
Heav'n
,
and
its
immortal
happiness
;
But
they
're
beside
the
way
I
more
than
guess
;
Whose
days
,
and
years
are
always
vainly
spent
In
Dressing
,
Mistressing
,
and
Complement
;
Who
rise
,
and
dress
by
noon
,
come
down
and
dine
,
Then
to
a
Play
,
thence
to
the
House
of
wine
,
And
so
to
bed
,
it
may
be
drunk
before
;
Perhaps
all
night
embracing
of
an
whore
:
If
these
be
Christians
,
where
's
their
Masters
badge
,
The
Cross
,
and
Self-denyal
?
they
can't
fadge
With
these
;
If
such
go
hence
to
glory
,
Hell
,
and
the
Devil
sure
are
but
a
story
:
The
way
to
Heav'n
is
broadest
sure
,
if
they
Who
wander
thus
,
can
thither
find
the
way
:
Pride
doth
usurp
on
God
,
provoke
him
thus
To
plague
us
for
't
,
that
he
might
humble
us
:
And
that
proud
City
,
which
lift
up
her
hand
Above
the
rest
in
pride
,
full
low
is
laid
:
The
parent
,
nurse
,
spring
,
stage
,
of
pride
,
and
vain
Fashions
,
and
tricks
,
which
our
Religion
stain
.
And
whose
proud
Dames
out-vied
in
garishness
,
Our
modest
Ladies
in
their
Countrey
dress
.
To
all
these
sins
,
wherewith
this
sinful
Land
Before
the
Lord
of
Heav'n
doth
guilty
stand
,
May
many
aggravations
urged
be
,
From
Gospel
light
,
whereby
men
clearly
see
The
evil
of
these
evils
,
yet
do
they
The
works
of
darkness
in
the
brightest
day
;
From
great
Ingratitude
so
plainly
shown
,
When
God
miraculously
poured
down
Incomparable
mercies
on
us
;
those
,
Who
late
opprest
under
their
cruel
foes
,
Could
own
their
sins
the
cause
of
all
their
woes
,
Now
freed
from
these
,
return
again
to
those
:
A
King
,
a
Parliament
,
a
Church
regain'd
Peace
,
Liberty
,
Religion
maintain'd
,
Some
desperate
God-dammes
do
begin
To
war
with
Heav'n
by
their
Gigantine
sin
:
The
roaring
blades
aloud
do
quickly
call
For
thundring
Vengeance
on
their
heads
to
fall
:
When
health
,
and
plenty
,
joy
,
and
triumph
,
crown'd
Our
Land
,
our
hainous
sins
apace
abound
:
Swearing
,
Carowsing
,
Cheating
,
Briberie
,
Oppression
,
Sacriledge
,
and
Simonie
,
Pride
,
lust
,
and
all
the
rout
of
sins
o're-run
Our
Countrey
,
so
our
joy
,
and
triumph's
done
:
We
first
forsook
the
God
of
mercies
,
and
God
makes
his
mercies
to
forsake
our
Land
;
And
now
to
mercy
judgment
doth
succeed
;
VVe
surfeited
,
and
God
doth
make
us
bleed
:
Abundance
of
corruption
sickness
brings
;
And
heat
of
lust
hath
fir'd
our
pleasant
things
:
Yet
under
all
these
Judgments
are
we
still
Incorrigible
,
and
perverse
in
ill
:
God
may
say
,
I
have
sent
the
Pestilence
,
That
I
might
bring
you
to
an
humble
sense
Of
sin
:
your
young
men
with
the
Sword
I
slew
:
Your
City
I
as
Sodom
overthrew
:
Yet
have
ye
not
returned
unto
me
;
Therefore
yet
seven
times
more
I
'le
punish
ye
:
And
thus
of
all
our
woes
we
see
the
cause
Transgression
is
against
Gods
holy
Laws
:
A
Gospel
unbecoming
Conversation
Provoketh
God
thus
to
afflict
our
Nation
:
And
in
the
ripping
up
our
sins
to
see
The
root
,
and
spring
of
all
our
miserie
,
I
would
not
have
men
think
,
to
any
one
Or
sin
,
or
party
,
I
impute
alone
Our
woes
,
and
judgments
,
but
to
one
,
and
t'other
,
To
all
,
and
ev'ry
one
,
I
would
not
smother
My
own
,
or
Friends
,
but
do
desire
that
all
Would
think
for
their
sins
these
things
us
befal
And
each
apply
the
Plaister
to
his
wound
,
Which
healing
ev'ry
one
will
make
all
sound
:
Nor
need
we
doubt
to
have
a
perfect
Cure
If
all
will
but
the
Remedy
endure
:
Which
now
I
shall
consider
of
,
and
try
,
For
all
these
woes
to
find
a
remedy
.
The
Cure.
ANd
't
is
half
wrought
already
,
since
we
see
The
inward
cause
of
our
sad
maladie
:
Now
to
remove
the
cause
is
the
most
sure
Way
to
effect
a
safe
and
speedy
cure
:
And
had
I
but
good
Patients
,
then
I
might
Promise
a
cure
,
and
lose
no
credit
by
't
:
But
I
must
first
the
Patients
court
,
to
let
The
Physick
be
apply'd
,
for
they
as
yet
,
How
sick
soever
,
scorn
our
Ministry
,
Who
would
the
healing
Remedies
apply
:
In
bodily
Diseases
they
will
hie
Them
quickly
to
Physicians
,
lest
they
die
,
Send
,
pray
,
and
pay
,
take
what
's
prescrib'd
,
endure
All
pains
,
and
tortures
,
for
a
speedy
cure
:
But
in
their
Soul
distempers
will
not
give
An
ear
to
sound
advice
,
nor
seek
to
live
:
And
when
we
freely
offer
,
do
disgust
Our
wholsom
Physick
,
such
needs
perish
must
:
Is
Earth
less
worth
than
Heav'n
?
or
is
the
Soul
Less
to
be
valued
than
the
Body
soul
?
No
reason
can
you
thus
preposterous
make
;
We
keep
the
Casket
for
the
Jewels
sake
:
Or
if
this
transitory
life
now
is
In
more
esteem
than
Heav'ns
immortal
bliss
,
Yet
take
our
counsel
,
and
our
medicines
,
seeing
They
're
for
the
welfare
of
your
present
being
:
Receive
,
apply
,
and
let
them
work
,
they
health
,
Temporal
,
and
eternal
peace
,
and
wealth
Do
bring
:
And
now
these
Remedies
so
rare
Repentance
,
Faith
,
and
true
Obedience
are
:
Repentance
takes
away
the
cause
of
woe
,
Faith
reconciles
us
unto
God
,
and
so
Future
Obedience
will
our
bliss
secure
,
From
age
to
age
for
ever
to
endure
.
Go
mourning
,
and
hold
up
your
guilty
hand
Before
Gods
bar
,
there
self-condemned
stand
;
The
way
here
to
be
sav'd
is
to
confess
,
Your
sins
cloak
not
,
excuse
not
,
nor
make
less
;
But
aggravate
them
all
,
mercy
implore
,
From
him
who
keepeth
mercy
still
in
store
For
penitent
offenders
,
ever
will
Exalt
the
humble
,
and
the
mournful
fill
VVith
Oyl
of
gladness
,
never
will
despise
,
But
with
delight
accepts
the
Sacrifice
Of
broken-hearts
,
and
binds
them
up
and
heals
The
wounded
Spirit
,
which
compunction
feels
:
Before
Gods
foot-stool
therefore
prostrate
lie
,
Cry
guilty
Lord
,
confess
,
or
else
you
die
:
Judge
,
and
condemn
your selves
,
if
you
would
save
Your selves
,
with
God
such
only
pardon
have
.
Relent
,
repent
,
reform
,
and
throughly
purge
Away
your
sins
,
and
God
will
take
his
scourge
,
And
Plague
away
,
with
him
make
but
your
peace
,
And
he
will
make
your
VVars
with
men
to
cease
,
Or
us
Victor
;
quench
but
the
flames
of
lust
,
And
he
will
raise
the
City
from
the
dust
.
That
kindled
first
Gods
wrath
,
and
this
the
flame
VVhich
sit'd
the
City
of
so
ancient
fame
:
For
this
bow
down
before
Gods
Throne
,
and
kneel
,
This
fire
might
melt
you
,
if
you
were
all
steel
,
Into
some
godly
sorrow
;
lie
as
low
As
doth
your
City
,
and
bemone
your
woe
.
Repent
in
dust
,
and
ashes
,
as
that
lies
,
And
God
will
make
it
Phoenix
like
to
rise
From
Funeral
ashes
,
London
then
shall
yee
More
glorious
in
its
Resurrection
see
:
Might
this
fire
be
the
Cities
Purgatory
,
God
would
restore
it
with
far
greater
glory
:
Thus
if
Repentance
make
our
peace
with
God
,
VVe
may
believe
he
'l
throw
away
his
Rod
:
VVithout
Repencance
Faith
presumption
is
,
And
finds
no
mercy
;
but
when
mixt
with
this
It
never
fails
to
find
,
and
sure
ground
hath
For
hope
,
and
trust
,
and
then
indeed
't
is
faith
:
If
we
repent
,
it
's
the
Condition
still
Imply'd
in
every
Promise
,
that
God
will
Prevent
,
or
take
away
his
Judgments
,
but
Th'
impenitent
the
door
of
mercy
shut
Against
themselves
,
and
lock
themselves
in
woe
,
Keep
then
your
sorrows
,
or
your
sins
forgoe
:
But
if
we
do
repent
,
we
then
may
trust
,
God
will
forgive
us
because
he
is
just
:
Then
pray
in
faith
,
with
hearty
Supplication
,
That
God
would
pardon
this
our
sinful
Nation
,
Remove
his
heavy
hand
,
send
peace
and
health
,
Repair
our
ruines
,
and
restore
our
wealth
.
Go
sin
no
more
,
but
henceforth
him
obey
,
So
shall
our
Kingdom
flourish
,
and
all
they
VVho
seek
its
ruine
shall
confounded
be
,
And
snar'd
in
their
subtile
iniquitie
:
No
force
,
nor
fraud
shall
hurt
a
righteous
Cause
,
Manag'd
by
such
as
keep
th'
Almighty's
Laws
:
But
we
oft
see
the
juster
cause
o'rethrown
In
sinners
hands
,
who
hardly
God
will
own
,
The
stronger
party
to
the
weak
a
prey
,
When
they
will
not
the
Lord
of
Hosts
obey
.
If
God
be
for
us
,
who
can
us
defeat
?
If
he
against
us
,
where
shall
we
retreat
For
refuge
?
If
we
him
against
us
arm
Whom
all
the
creatures
serve
,
what
cannot
harm
And
ruine
us
?
The
Angels
take
Gods
pay
,
And
one
of
them
a
mighty
Host
can
slay
:
The
Stars
in
their
swift
course
do
slyly
fight
Gods
battels
against
sinners
day
,
and
night
:
Clouds
are
his
Canons
,
swift
destruction
fling
By
Thunder
,
and
their
Lightnings
vengeance
bring
By
fire
on
sinful
mortals
:
and
the
wind
Brings
on
its
wings
oft
ruine
to
mankind
:
The
calmer
air
convey
the
Pestilence
,
Whereby
death
steals
into
us
without
sense
:
The
Earth
is
iron
,
and
the
Heav'ns
are
brass
,
When
threatned
Famine
God
will
bring
to
pass
!
Earth
once
did
open
,
and
take
Rebels
in
Alive
,
as
if
it
could
not
bear
that
sin
:
The
Seas
do
pass
their
bounds
,
and
us
o'reflow
With
mischeif
,
when
God
bids
them
further
go
:
Frogs
,
Locusts
,
Caterpillars
,
creeping
things
,
Will
take
the
Palaces
of
mighty
Kings
When
God
doth
arm
them
,
and
their
persons
seise
,
And
in
a
Land
devour
all
(
when
God
doth
please
)
That
's
fair
,
and
fruitful
:
Even
our
breath
infects
,
Our
very
dust
turns
Lice
,
or
some
Insects
To
infest
sinful
men
;
A
Fly
't
is
spoke
Ventur'd
a
Pope
infallibly
to
choke
:
Could
he
Souls
out
of
Purgatory
vote
,
And
yet
not
keep
a
Fly
out
of
his
throat
?
But
thus
we
see
,
when
God
gives
them
Commission
,
The
feeblest
Creatures
give
us
expedition
Into
another
world
:
who
God
not
fears
Hath
all
the
world
in
Arms
about
his
ears
:
While
Man
his
Maker
serves
,
he
's
Lord
of
these
;
But
when
he
sins
they
are
his
Enemies
:
When
we
provoke
our
God
,
where
e're
we
go
,
Each
creature
looks
upon
us
as
a
foe
:
God
will
protect
,
and
bless
his
servants
,
but
They
who
rebel
,
no
confidence
can
put
In
him
:
Since
to
believe
,
and
not
obey
,
Self
flatt'ry
is
no
faith
,
henceforth
I
pray
,
Le
ts
lay
the
sure
foundation
of
our
trust
,
In
purposes
to
keep
his
Laws
most
just
:
Then
may
we
trust
he
will
our
Plagues
remove
,
And
showr
down
blessings
on
us
from
above
:
When
we
do
purpose
to
endeavour
,
and
Do
strive
to
purpose
to
keep
his
command
:
Begin
a
new
course
then
,
and
never
cease
To
walk
in
Gods
ways
,
for
his
ways
are
peace
,
And
pleasantness
,
to
bear
Christs
yoke
delight
;
His
yoke
is
easie
,
and
his
burthen
light
:
To
sin
is
no
light
thing
,
did
it
not
press
Legions
of
Angels
to
the
bottomless
Infernal
pit
from
highest
glory
?
hath
Not
man
by
weight
of
sin
been
prest
to
death
?
Look
upon
worldly
wealth
,
and
count
it
dross
;
Deny
your selves
,
take
up
your
Saviours
Cross
;
The
worlds
crown
hath
its
cross
,
his
cross
a
Crown
,
Her
smiles
betray
,
more
safety's
in
her
frown
.
Give
unto
Caesar
,
and
to
God
their
due
.
Fear
God
honour
the
King
,
to
both
be
true
:
Since
God
is
one
,
so
let
your
heart
be
,
and
Serve
him
with
one
heart
after
his
command
.
Think
not
your
wit
a
better
way
can
find
To
worship
God
,
than
what
is
his
own
mind
:
Take
not
his
Sacred
Name
in
vain
,
nor
swear
Profanely
,
but
with
reverence
,
and
fear
Mention
Gods
holy
Name
,
in
Justice
,
Truth
,
And
Judgment
,
when
call'd
to
it
,
take
an
Oath
.
Observe
the
holy
Times
,
grudge
not
to
spare
Some
time
each
day
for
holy
thoughts
,
and
pray'r
;
But
on
the
days
to
worship
consecrate
,
Divide
not
betwixt
God
,
and
Mammon
,
hate
To
rob
God
,
and
your
Souls
,
be
wholly
given
To
holy
Service
,
grudge
not
one
in
seven
To
him
that
made
them
all
,
nor
yet
refuse
The
Churches
holy
days
,
as
such
to
use
:
Nor
count
to
pray
scarce
worth
your
coming
there
,
Since
God
doth
style
his
House
,
the
house
of
Pray'r
.
Honour
your
Parents
of
all
sorts
,
and
show
To
Prince
,
and
Priest
the
rev'rence
that
you
owe
:
Their
nakedness
when
spy'd
lament
,
and
bide
;
And
not
like
Cham
discover
,
and
deride
.
Hate
not
your
brother
,
have
no
murtherous
thought
:
Remember
what
dire
Vengeance
murther
brought
On
Cain
,
and
under
no
pretence
be
killing
;
Religion
cannot
justifie
blood-spilling
.
Make
clean
your
hearts
,
and
keep
your
bodies
free
From
Fornication
,
and
Adulterie
:
They
are
the
Temples
of
the
Lord
,
be
sure
The
holy
Spirit
hath
a
mansion
pure
In
you
;
That
Dove
likes
not
a
cage
unclean
:
You
'l
be
th'
unclean
Spirits
den
,
if
obscaene
.
Be
just
,
and
honest
,
and
do
no
man
wrong
,
Nor
cheat
,
and
cosen
with
a
double
tongue
;
Ill
gotten
goods
do
not
increase
your
wealth
,
But
are
the
rust
,
that
wasts
by
secret
stealth
:
Think
not
you
gain
,
when
you
a
curse
do
get
,
This
is
a
Canker
,
and
will
surely
fret
.
Accuse
thou
no
man
falsely
,
nor
defame
Thy
neighbour
,
tender
as
thine
own
,
his
Name
:
The
Angel
durst
not
on
the
Devil
rail
;
And
shall
we
call
them
Saints
,
who
do
not
fail
Prince
,
Prelates
,
Priests
,
&
all
their
friends
to
slander
;
Nor
spare
the
Church
their
Mother
,
but
will
brand
With
Calumnies
,
their
Schism
to
justifie
:
Bad
is
the
Cause
sure
,
which
doth
need
a
lie
For
its
support
;
and
shall
they
not
be
had
In
more
esteem
,
whom
foes
by
lies
make
bad
?
Father
of
lies
the
Devil
's
rightly
styl'd
;
And
he
who
like
him
is
,
is
his
own
child
:
His
own
brood
then
are
sure
the
Sectaries
,
Whose
constant
Trade
is
to
be
telling
lies
:
Truth
unto
ev'ry
one
,
or
friend
,
or
foe
,
In
Justice
,
and
in
Charity
we
owe.
Accuse
not
God
as
the
Heretick
doth
,
Who
broaches
his
own
Error
,
for
Gods
Truth
.
Beware
of
Covetousness
the
root
of
Evil
!
Mammon
of
all
the
swarm's
,
the
Master
Devil
:
Love
not
the
world
,
nor
sell
thy
Soul
for
coine
;
Thy
Soul
's
a
richer
Jewel
,
than
doth
shine
In
this
inferior
Orb
,
keep
that
,
and
quit
Thy
wealth
,
wealth
's
of
no
worth
and
price
to
it
.
Love
God
,
thy
Soul
,
thy
Friend
,
covet
more
grace
;
And
care
to
see
in
Heav'n
thy
Saviours
face
.
Leave
Drunkenness
,
and
lew'd
debauchery
,
Your
Nations
,
and
Religions
infamy
,
Your
souls
,
and
bodies
ruine
,
families
bane
,
Estates
consumption
,
only
Devils
gain
:
God
made
you
Man
,
make
not
your self
a
Beast
;
Drink
of
its
Reason
will
your
mind
divest
:
Drink
to
refreshment
,
not
to
sottishness
;
By
healths
to
lose
your
own
is
●o●●ishness
;
Stay
at
the
third
glass
,
keeping
still
the
round
Doth
often
spill
the
drinkers
on
the
ground
:
Custom
,
continuance
makes
the
Wine
inflame
,
Then
in
thy
Face
beholders
see
thy
shame
.
Leave
foolish
Pride
,
and
garish
vanity
,
And
cloath
your selves
with
neat
Humility
:
Meekness
,
and
Grace
,
with
neatness
more
adorn
,
Than
all
the
foolish
Fashions
which
are
worn
.
Let
not
Gods
Mercies
be
by
us
neglected
;
Nor
all
his
Judgments
leave
us
uncorrected
:
His
showrs
of
Blessings
be
more
fruitful
under
,
And
let
his
hammering
Judgments
break
asunder
Your
rocky
Hearts
,
the
means
of
Grace
regard
;
Walk
in
the
Light
,
and
Light
shall
you
reward
,
Light
of
Gods
countenance
in
heav'nly
bliss
Where
neither
Fire
,
nor
VVar
,
nor
Sickness
is
:
Nay
did
we
thus
,
I
doubt
not
God
would
send
Us
here
Peace
,
Health
,
and
Joy
,
our
Times
amend
:
And
with
our
former
blessings
prosper
us
,
For
the
days
wherein
we
're
afflicted
thus
:
VVhich
that
our
God
,
and
Saviour
quickly
may
;
Let
us
repent
,
return
,
and
humbly
pray
.
Deo
gloria
in
excelsis
.
FINIS
.
*
PSAL.
118.6
,
7
,
10.
6.
The
Lord
is
on
my
side
,
I
will
not
fesr
what
man
can
do
unto
me
.
7.
The
Lord
taketh
my
part
with
them
that
help
me
,
therefore
shall
I
see
my
desire
upon
them
that
hate
me
.
10.
All
Nations
compassed
me
about
,
but
in
the
Name
of
the
Lord
will
I
destroy
them
.
PSAL.
91.
Surely
he
shall
deliver
thee
from
the
snare
of
the
Fowler
and
from
the
noysome
Pestilence
.
He
shall
cover
thee
with
his
feathers
,
and
under
his
wings
shalt
thou
trust
,
his
truth
shall
be
thy
shield
and
buckler
,
&c.
Thou
shalt
not
be
afraid
of
the
terror
be
night
,
nor
for
the
Arrow
that
flyeth
by
day
.
Nor
for
the
Pestilence
which
walketh
in
darkness
,
nor
for
the
Destruction
which
wasteth
at
noon
day
.
A
Thousand
shall
fall
at
thy
side
,
and
Ten
thousand
at
thy
right
hand
,
but
it
shall
not
come
nigh
thee
.
JER
.
30.
18.
Thus
saith
the
Lord
,
Behold
!
I
will
bring
again
the
Captivity
of
Jacobs
Tents
,
and
have
mercy
on
his
dwelling
places
,
and
the
City
shall
be
builded
upon
her
own
heap
,
and
the
Palace
shall
remain
after
the
manner
thereof
.
19.
And
out
of
them
shall
proceed
Thanksgiving
,
and
the
voyce
of
them
that
make
merry
,
and
I
will
multiply
them
,
&c.
I
will
also
glorifie
them
,
&c.
20.
Their
Children
also
shall
be
as
afore-time
,
&c.
And
I
will
punish
all
them
that
oppress
them
,
&c.
A
Cordial
to
Chear
our
Spirits
under
our
Calamities
*
.
(
1.
)
WHen
force
of
Physick
quite
hath
put
to
rout
,
The
noxious
humors
did
within
us
reign
,
The
vital
Spirits
almost
tired
out
By
the
long
conflict
which
they
did
maintain
;
The
wise
Physician
doth
some
Cordial
give
The
Patients
fainting
Spirits
to
revive
.
(
2.
)
Thus
when
by
mournful
conflicts
we
have
won
The
day
of
sin
,
and
hope
our
woes
do
slie
:
Lest
tim'rous
hearts
into
despair
do
run
,
And
when
the
cure
is
wrought
begin
to
die
;
'T
is
not
amiss
to
give
some
Consolation
To
chear
the
Spirit
of
an
humbled
Nation
.
(
3.
)
And
if
indeed
the
mighty
Hand
of
God
Hath
duly
humbled
us
,
we
need
not
fear
,
We
once
corrected
,
he
'l
reject
the
Rod
;
And
from
our
mournful
eyes
wipe
ev'ry
tear
;
His
face
on
us
shall
shine
,
frown
on
our
foes
,
And
from
our
Land
to
theirs
transmit
our
woes
.
(
4.
)
Chear
up
brave
English
,
fear
no
foe
but
sin
!
Though
the
ingrateful
Dutch
,
and
Dane
combine
,
And
proud
French
bustle
,
these
shall
nothing
win
,
But
shame
,
and
slaughter
from
Gods
hand
,
and
thine
Thy
thundring
Guns
shall
shake
the
Belgick
shore
,
Their
Lyon
(a)
couch
,
when
ours
do
rowse
&
roar
.
(
5.
)
Their
Lyon
once
was
a
poor
sneaking
Curr
Broke
from
Spains
Castle
(b)
,
croucht
to
us
,
to
gain
Our
aid
,
in
which
had
we
but
made
demurr
,
He
soon
had
been
remanded
to
his
chain
.
We
succour'd
him
until
he
freedom
knew
,
Shook
chain
,
and
Master
(c)
off
,
and
Rampant
grew
.
(
6.
)
The
poor
Distressed
States
came
Suppliants
then
,
Now
,
High
and
Mighty
grown
,
they
have
forgot
,
Whose
blood
and
treasure
helpt
to
make
them
men
,
'T
was
the
brave
English
,
Holland
was
it
not
?
Methinks
while
lives
the
noble
name
of
Vere
,
The
Dutch
should
blush
'
gainst
England
to
appear
.
(
7.
)
The
valiant
Acts
of
the
brave
Veres
for
these
,
A
second
Caesar's
Commentaries
make
,
Which
whosoe're
surveys
,
from
thence
with
ease
The
height
of
Dutch
ingratitude
may
take
,
Who
by
our
Armies
raised
to
their
height
,
To
do
us
mischief
,
still
employ
their
might
.
(
8.
)
And
who
may
trust
a
Rebel
,
or
expect
To
find
a
Traytor
prove
a
faithful
Friend
,
Who
violate
Allegiance
,
will
neglect
All
Articles
with
others
for
their
end
:
We
hatcht
them
,
thinking
we
should
find
a
Dove
,
Come
forth
,
and
loe
!
it
doth
a
Serpent
prove
.
(
9.
)
Like
Serpents
of
a
vip'rous
brood
,
which
strive
To
kill
the
Parent
gave
them
life
,
and
growth
;
These
who
by
our
Protection
first
did
thrive
,
To
let
us
live
by
whom
they
live
are
loath
:
But
now
we
shall
,
if
Stars
speak
right
their
fates
,
Bring
down
the
Mighty
to
Distressed
States
.
(
10.
)
So
do
our
Magi
read
in
Heav'ns
bright
Book
,
(
God
grant
who
rules
the
Stars
,
they
may
not
err
,
)
The
shaggy
Comets
have
their
mischief
shook
On
us
,
now
will
as
much
to
them
transferr
:
Heav'n
hath
,
and
will
still
take
our
part
no
doubt
,
Th'
Almighty
can
the
high
and
mighty
rout
.
(
11.
)
Just
are
thy
ways
O
God
,
thy
Judgments
right
,
But
we
to
thee
,
our
foes
to
us
ingrate
,
Therefore
at
Land
thou
justly
us
do
smite
,
And
them
for
us
at
Sea
dost
dissipate
:
We
humbled
under
thy
correcting
pow'r
,
Them
thou
wilt
quickly
humble
under
our
.
(
12.
)
Thrice
have
the
vaunting
Belgians
come
to
show
Their
numerous
Navy
,
by
constraint
did
fight
;
Thrice
have
the
braver
English
made
them
know
,
Their
safety
's
best
pursu'd
by
hasty
slight
:
Twice
their
expecting
people
saw
them
come
As
prey
before
the
English
hunted
home
.
(
13.
)
Once
when
unlucky
shot
disabled
quite
Our
Gen'rals
Ships
that
they
could
not
pursue
,
They
getting
home
,
brag'd
they
beat
us
out-right
,
But
to
get
home
with
them
is
to
subdue
:
And
a
Thanksgiving
wisely
they
observ'd
,
For
that
so
many
of
them
were
preserv'd
.
(
14.
)
But
stay
my
Muse
!
and
on
the
peaceful
shore
Behold
the
martial
combates
on
the
Seas
,
Such
as
no
age
ere
veiwed
heretofore
,
Nor
will
succeeding
times
see
after
these
:
Where
God
pays
home
ingratitude
and
pride
;
Giving
the
Conquest
to
our
juster
side
.
(
15.
)
His
Royal
Highness
first
in
Person
goes
,
With
him
the
brave
Prince
Rupert
,
each
of
these
More
worth
than
all
the
Navy
of
our
foes
,
Whom
the
bold
Opdam
did
not
doubt
to
seise
:
With
what
odds
fought
we
them
?
if
richest
prize
Can
whet
the
Valour
of
our
Enemies
.
(
16.
)
The
Fleets
engag'd
(d)
and
a
fierce
conflict
grew
,
The
clouds
of
smoke
obscur'd
the
midday
Sun
,
From
thund'ring
Canons
storms
of
bullets
flew
Driving
out
souls
,
while
streams
of
blood
do
run
From
shatter'd
bodies
,
as
sometimes
you
shall
In
sudden
showres
see
rain
from
houses
fall
.
(
17.
)
The
frighted
Sun
himself
i'
th'
smoke
doth
shroud
,
And
threatens
night
so
soon
as
day
's
begun
;
To
do
his
office
,
from
no
thundring
cloud
Lightning
breaks
forth
,
but
from
the
louder
Gun
:
When
peaceful
Heav'n
denies
its
purer
light
To
mortals
rage
,
by
their
own
fire
they
fight
.
(
18.
)
Forth
from
the
deadly
Engines
sirie
womb
The
sp'rit'ous
Peter
bursting
rends
the
skies
,
And
flaming
Sulpher
raises
foaming
scum
In
boiling
Seas
,
the
fish
in
water
fries
;
The
Earth
receiving
the
report
doth
quake
,
But
all
this
cannot
English
spirits
shake
.
(
19.
)
No
wonder
they
did
Deisie
of
old
Their
valiant
Heroes
,
who
undaunted
run
Into
the
arms
of
Death
,
resolv'd
,
and
bold
,
For
Fame
,
and
Honour
,
they
no
peril
shun
,
But
dangers
which
all
others
dread
desie
;
A
noble
soul
's
a
kind
of
Deity
.
(
20.
)
But
if
these
Heroes
had
so
great
renown
,
Who
stood
in
noiseless
war
,
pecking
out
life
With
flying
Arrows
,
hewing
bodies
down
With
Swords
,
to
let
out
souls
;
a
sporting
strife
:
What
honours
due
to
him
who
never
shuns
The
deaths
which
flies
so
thick
from
roaring
Guns
?
(
21.
)
Guns
,
whose
report
strikes
fearful
hearts
with
death
,
And
more
with
terror
than
with
blows
do
slay
,
Whose
wind
doth
snatch
from
untouch't
men
their
breath
,
And
passing
by
can
whistle
souls
away
:
Here
cowards
hearts
dead
in
their
breasts
are
found
,
Though
coming
off
at
last
without
a
wound
.
(
22.
)
Guns
whose
loud
thunder
shakes
the
worlds
huge
frame
Into
convulsive
fits
,
and
seems
to
threat
A
sudden
dissolution
of
the
same
,
Before
the
wise
Creator
thinks
it
fit
:
Yet
among
these
our
Worthies
boldly
stand
With
hearts
unshaken
,
shaking
death
by
th'
hand
.
(
23.
)
Neptune
rows'd
with
their
noise
comes
up
to
see
,
What
on
the
surface
of
his
Kingdom
's
done
,
Rising
,
he
shakes
his
head
to
see
that
he
Cannot
be
Master
of
the
Seas
alone
:
But
that
two
daring
Fleets
are
sighting
for
't
Without
Commission
from
his
watry
Court.
(
24.
)
He
looks
upon
them
,
and
the
Dutch
he
knows
,
Their
Land
was
stol'n
from
him
,
&
all
their
wealth
His
Tides
bring
in
;
if
nurselings
proves
his
foes
,
He
will
recover
what
they
got
by
stealth
:
He
fears
them
not
,
though
valiant
in
a
cup
,
He
thinks
they
cannot
drink
the
Ocean
up
.
(
25.
)
But
on
the
English
casts
a
jealous
eye
,
Seeing
them
mantled
all
in
fire
,
and
smoke
,
He
fears
they
will
with
him
for
Empire
vie
,
Gazing
a
while
,
deep
silence
thus
he
broke
:
What
mean
these
daring
mortals
?
who
are
these
Without
my
leave
thus
Lord
it
on
the
Seas
?
(
26.
)
He
spies
the
Duke
(e)
and
fears
that
Mars
is
come
To
ravish
Thetis
,
and
to
rule
at
Sea
Yet
thinks
he
,
I
will
send
him
whistling
home
,
And
therefore
bids
the
winds
to
come
away
:
But
drawing
nearer
he
beheld
the
Prince
(f)
.
And
his
mistake
,
with
a
far
kinder
sence
.
(
27.
)
He
smooths
his
ruffled
brow
,
and
calms
the
air
,
Comes
mildly
on
,
doth
thus
the
Duke
salute
;
Accept
this
Trident
O
thou
fiercely
fair
,
And
rule
at
Sea
,
see
it
is
Neptune's
sute
:
Let
all
the
winds
serve
thy
design
,
and
show
To
thee
,
what
reverence
to
me
they
owe.
(
28.
)
Where
e're
my
Trident's
known
,
or
rule
extends
,
From
Sea
to
Sea
,
where
e're
my
tides
do
flow
,
And
to
each
River
which
his
tribute
sends
To
me
,
do
thou
a
Conquerour
still
go
!
Ride
Sir
in
Triumph
on
the
Ocean
wide
And
tame
these
Hogen
Mogens
swelling
pride
.
(
29.
)
He
said
,
and
on
his
Sea-green
Couch
sits
down
To
see
the
issue
of
the
kindling
sight
:
By
this
his
Highness
hot
,
and
eager
grown
,
Diffuses
valour
as
the
Sun
doth
light
,
Till
by
his
raies
the
English
all
on
fire
,
Make
the
Dutch
Valour
soon
like
smoke
expire
.
(
30.
)
They
fire
at
greatest
distance
,
and
the
air
Not
us
they
beat
,
and
make
the
water
fly
,
They
hope
the
noise
us
a
far
off
will
scare
,
For
they
much
fear
that
we
will
come
too
nigh
:
But
ours
bear
bravely
up
,
nor
spent
a
shot
Till
almost
certain
that
they
loose
it
not
.
(
31.
)
Now
near
enough
,
discharged
Canons
send
Pluto
a
present
of
Dutch
souls
,
who
take
A
sudden
leave
of
sprangling
corpse
,
and
wend
To
lower
shades
over
the
Stygian
lake
:
Who
came
in
hopes
as
high
as
Ships
on
float
,
Now
sail
to
their
long
home
in
Charon's
Boat.
(
32.
)
When
our
brave
Admiral
on
lofty
deck
Stands
brandishing
his
Sword
,
confronting
death
,
Whose
influence
to
fear
in
all
gives
check
,
And
inspires
valiant
heat
by
his
warm
breath
.
Whom
as
a
noble
prey
Opdam
espies
,
And
with
a
daring
fierceness
at
him
flies
.
(
33.
)
Him
others
follow
,
all
the
Duke
engage
,
Who
life
to
his
,
and
death
to
their
men
throws
From
martial
brows
,
which
with
a
smiling
rage
Strike
awful
love
into
his
very
foes
.
Put
five
(g)
to
one
is
odds
,
yet
so
he
shows
His
presence
counter-vaileth
four
of
those
.
(
34.
)
Smith
saw
the
unequal
combate
,
and
straight
flew
With
wind
fill'd
canvase
wings
the
Duke
to
shield
,
Himself
between
the
Duke
,
and
Dutch
he
threw
,
Nor
gives
them
time
to
choose
,
die
,
flie
,
or
yield
:
One
broad
side
given
unto
Opdam
blows
Him
up
,
and
blew
away
the
other
foes
.
(
35.
)
Now
bragging
Opdam
(
set
in
Chair
of
State
As
still
alive
(
though
kill'd
before
some
say
)
With
cosening
shew
his
men
to
animate
)
Sinks
down
in
Triumph
,
leading
more
the
way
To
Stix
and
Acheron
,
where
such
as
shall
Descend
,
will
find
him
Pluto's
Admiral
.
(
36.
)
Mean
while
Prince
Rupert
doth
like
lightning
fall
Among
the
scattered
Squadrons
of
the
Dutch
,
VVhere
he
finds
none
,
makes
way
like
Hanibal
,
Who
many
fights
have
seen
,
saw
never
such
:
With
murd'ring
broad-sides
opening
passage
wide
:
His
dreadful
Frigate
thorough
them
doth
glide
.
(
37
)
Passing
,
on
either
side
he
shares
his
shot
,
To
which
Dutch
Hulls
so
weak
resistance
make
,
That
speedy
death
enters
at
ev'ry
plot
,
And
sinking
ships
a
shrieking
farewel
take
,
And
shiver'd
splinters
from
torn
planks
that
fly
To
many
deaths
make
one
shot
multiply
.
(
83.
)
Thorough
,
he
tacks
about
,
and
soon
returns
,
And
from
loud
Guns
repeats
the
doom
of
wounds
,
And
death
to
them
,
some
sinks
,
some
takes
,
some
burns
,
And
hundreds
makes
fall
into
lasting
swounds
:
While
his
besieged
batter'd
Pinnace
stood
A
floating
Castle
in
a
Sea
of
blood
.
(
39.
)
Experience
now
doth
give
a
just
allay
To
his
high
metal
,
both
in
him
do
meet
So
duly
temper'd
,
that
he
justly
may
Lead
a
Land
Army
,
or
conduct
a
Fleet
:
In
Conduct
wary
,
and
in
Counsel
grave
,
In
Courage
fiery
,
and
in
Conquest
brave
.
(
40.
)
Here
gallant
Holms
too
,
bold
defiance
gave
To
Trump
,
and
all
his
fury
,
whom
he
made
'
Twice
quit
his
sinking
ship
his
life
to
save
,
Who
in
a
Boat
got
home
at
last
,
't
is
said
:
Where
landing
,
if
the
women
could
have
catch't
him
,
For
slaughter'd
sons
,
and
husbands
they
'd
have
scratch't
him
.
(
41.
)
Now
all
this
time
the
ecchoing
air
resounds
,
The
noise
of
war
to
many
aking
hearts
On
trembling
Holland
,
and
on
English
grounds
,
Each
wound
in
sympathizing
bosomes
smarts
:
But
now
the
routed
Dutch
invoke
the
winds
,
Hoyse
all
their
sails
too
slack
for
flying
minds
.
(
42.
)
All
steer
for
nearest
Ports
where
their
folk
stand
Expecting
them
laden
with
spoils
to
come
;
But
see
them
with
stretcht
Canvase
fly
to
Land
,
And
the
pursuing
English
drive
them
home
.
Whose
guns
,
and
shouts
strengthning
the
winds
the
more
,
Hast
fleeing
Belgians
to
their
wisht
for
shore
.
(
43.
)
Got
into
Harbour
,
there
they
skulking
lie
,
By
our
Triumphant
daring
Navy
aw'd
:
So
creeps
the
tim'rous
Hare
to
some
wood
by
,
And
squatted
lies
,
hearing
the
Hounds
abroad
:
From
smitten
brests
now
doleful
cries
rebound
,
For
sons
,
and
husbands
not
returned
found
.
(
44.
)
Mean
while
our
crouded
shore
with
shouts
doth
ring
Of
joyful
people
,
which
with
longing
eye
Behold
the
Vessels
that
doth
tidings
bring
,
And
Colours
(h)
Trophies
of
our
Victorie
:
And
conqu'ring
Frigates
bringing
home
their
prize
,
Make
thundring
Guns
shake
th'
earth
,
and
rend
the
skies
.
(
45.
)
Whose
kind
salute
our
watchful
Forts
return
With
as
loud
welcome
,
and
the
watry
store
,
Proud
of
the
Worthies
on
its
waves
are
born
,
Curvets
,
and
foams
,
and
gallops
to
the
shore
:
Where
landed
Captives
,
and
the
taken
prize
Do
take
our
hearts
,
and
captivate
our
eyes
.
(
46.
)
Now
see
the
fruit
of
pious
management
Of
war
,
and
all
affairs
,
we
kept
a
Fast
Before
the
fight
,
and
Heav'n
success
hath
sent
,
Who
sow
in
tears
shall
reap
in
joy
at
last
:
Le
ts
owe
our
glory
to
Humiliation
;
For
humble
Penitence
exalts
a
Nation
.
(
47.
)
What
Prayers
got
,
let
praises
give
to
God
;
Who
in
the
first
Engagement
turn'd
the
wind
To
favour
us
,
and
be
to
them
a
Rod
With
smoke
repell'd
to
lash
them
almost
blind
:
Nor
will
our
giving
God
the
greatest
glory
At
all
eclipse
mans
honour
in
the
story
.
(
48.
)
In
giving
Thanks
,
we
do
but
sow
the
seeds
Of
future
blessings
,
and
lay
up
in
store
That
which
in
time
a
fruitful
harvest
breeds
;
And
praise
for
what
heav'n
gives
,
bespeaks
for
more
.
Thus
do
Thanks-givings
Victories
obtain
,
And
Conquests
make
Thanks-giving-days
again
.
(
49.
)
Now
bragging
Holland
saw
they
could
not
beat
The
English
by
their
single
strength
alone
,
From
France
,
and
Denmark
they
seek
aid
to
get
,
So
hope
to
match
us
,
being
three
to
one
:
We
dread
them
not
,
our
trust
in
God
shall
be
,
There
's
three
in
one
can
make
our
own
beat
three
.
(
50.
)
Our
King
,
and
Loyal
hearts
no
help
require
From
such
consederates
,
our
Cause
is
good
,
And
God
will
blast
our
foes
designs
,
as
fire
Consumes
with
sudden
blaze
the
thorny
wood
.
Though
Nations
compass
us
about
,
we
shall
In
Gods
great
Name
,
we
trust
,
destroy
them
all
.
(
51.
)
The
faithless
Dane
first
offer'd
friendship
here
;
And
during
Treaty
tempts
us
to
his
Port
(i)
To
seise
the
Belg'ans
Indies
anchor'd
there
,
A
Squadron
under
Tyddiman
go
for
't
:
And
under
sail
to
Berghen
by
the
way
Each
Sea
mans
mind
is
laden
with
his
prey
.
(
52.
)
Arriv'd
they
see
inclos'd
in
Rocks
their
prize
,
First
Clifford
lands
the
Governour
to
treat
,
Who
knowledge
of
his
Master's
(k)
will
denies
,
Brib'd
by
the
Dutch
,
he
means
both
Kings
to
cheat
:
Yet
bears
us
fair
in
hand
if
once
he
knows
His
Princes
will
,
he
our
design
allows
.
(
53.
)
Mean
while
he
lets
the
Belgians
plant
on
shore
Their
batt'ring
Canons
to
defend
their
wealth
,
And
from
his
Castle
murd'ring
pieces
roar
,
Fir'd
by
the
Dutch
,
he
saith
,
got
in
by
stealth
:
Thus
basely
dealt
with
,
the
bold
English
fall
Pell
,
mell
to
batter
Castle
,
Town
,
and
all
.
(
54
)
Enrag'd
to
see
themselves
thus
Tantalize
,
They
seek
to
sink
what
's
past
their
pow'r
to
gain
One
on
a
Bed
of
Spices
sweetly
dies
,
Others
by
broken
Diamonds
are
slain
.
Rich
Odours
fir'd
in
Ships
now
cloud
the
skies
,
As
Incense
doth
from
kindled
Censors
rise
.
(
55.
)
But
this
did
not
appease
incensed
minds
,
Our
batt'ring
balls
now
shatter
houses
down
,
Now
thorough
Castle-wals
death
entrance
finds
,
And
folk
now
fear
the
Sea
will
take
the
Town
,
What
will
not
English
spirits
bravely
dare
To
do
?
for
Ships
to
storm
a
Castle
's
rare
.
(
56.
)
By
this
the
Governour
seems
to
relent
,
Desires
to
treat
again
,
pretending
now
Th'
Agreement
made
betwixt
the
King
is
sent
,
The
order
owns
,
he
first
did
disavow
,
That
what
we
in
their
Harbours
take
shall
be
Betwixt
the
Kings
divided
equallie
.
(
57.
)
Now
he
invites
ours
to
a
fresh
attempt
,
But
limitted
with
terms
to
frustrate
it
,
They
saw
his
proffers
did
success
exempt
,
And
wisely
thought
a
new
assault
not
sit
:
Till
they
return'd
,
he
would
secure
the
prey
He
promis'd
,
they
hoise
sail
,
and
come
away
.
(
58.
)
Now
whether
Denmarks
King
new
counsels
took
,
Or
Berghens
Governour
his
faith
did
sell
,
Few
day
's
expired
ere
the
Dutch
forsook
The
Harbour
uncontroul'd
,
but
a
storm
fell
;
Whereby
just
Heav'n
seeing
our
wrong
did
bring
,
Part
of
the
prize
we
fought
for
to
our
King.
(
59.
)
Nor
shall
perfidious
Denmark
lose
his
due
,
Heav'n
will
his
kindness
unto
us
repay
,
And
he
his
double
dealing
erst
shall
rue
,
When
England
shall
of
Holland
win
the
day
:
And
then
have
leisure
to
remember
friends
,
Whose
proffer'd
leagues
but
serve
their
treach'rous
ends
.
(
60.
)
Mean
time
the
slighted
Swede
may
check
the
Dane
,
And
ballance
him
on
the
divided
Sound
;
Or
ancient
fame
of
Swedish
valour
gain
By
flowing
Conquests
on
the
Danish
ground
:
Whom
he
may
soon
in
field
subdue
,
and
then
In
Coppenhagen
block
him
up
agen
.
(
61.
)
Nor
wish
we
Munster's
Bishop
better
fate
,
Who
got
our
coin
,
and
left
us
in
the
lurch
,
By
whose
deceit
we
costly
learn
too
late
,
The
German
faith
is
not
in
Roman
Church
:
Which
keeps
no
faith
with
Hereticks
we
know
,
But
did
forget
that
they
do
count
us
so
.
(
62.
)
Holland
of
France
expects
a
kind
Protector
,
'T
is
envy
,
and
not
love
that
makes
him
such
,
I
doubt
he
'l
rather
prove
a
sly
projector
,
And
only
help
that
he
may
rule
the
Dutch
:
So
once
the
Saxons
did
the
Britains
aid
,
Until
this
Kingdom
for
their
service
paid
.
(
63.
)
What
ruffling
France
for
Holland
means
to
do
,
Two
Summers
hence
they
possibly
shall
know
,
The
last
they
complemented
to
and
fro
,
This
their
fine
Fleet
abroad
shall
fairly
show
:
The
third
he
may
to
show
his
horns
begin
,
But
if
a
storm
comes
wisely
draw
them
in
.
(
64.
)
Yet
proud
France
blusters
with
his
Men
,
and
Arms
As
if
he
'd
win
the
world
,
and
great
plots
laies
For
some
Invasion
,
but
no
Land
he
harms
,
His
mind
on
Holland
,
not
on
England
preys
:
The
Sea
's
an
Hill
(l)
his
Forty
Thousand
men
May
bravely
sail
up
,
and
goe
down
agen
.
(
65.
)
Le
Roche
can
tell
't
is
a
design
more
meet
For
Courtly
French
to
man
a
Lady
home
,
Than
warlike
English
on
the
Seas
to
greet
From
whose
salute
doth
greater
mischief
come
.
If
first
he
had
not
carried
home
their
Queen
,
France's
tall
ships
Portugal
ne're
had
seen
.
(
66.
)
Yet
he
with
promises
doth
Holland
feed
Of
great
assistance
which
he
still
delays
,
Those
haughtiness
in
Belgian
spirits
breed
,
But
this
their
expectation
still
betrays
:
The
greatest
kindness
he
hath
done
them
yet
,
Was
by
the
show
he
made
to
part
our
Fleet.
(
67.
)
Unhappy
parting
when
Prince
Rupert
went
To
seek
the
French
,
nois'd
to
be
put
to
Sea
,
Their
joyning
with
the
Belgians
to
prevent
,
Which
the
Dutch
hearing
came
out
presentlie
:
Whom
Albemarle's
great
Duke
(m)
engag'd
alone
,
Though
they
in
numbers
were
near
three
to
one
.
(
68.
)
Their
numerous
Navy
he
no
sooner
spies
,
Which
on
the
Ocean
like
a
City
shows
,
But
he
with
Canvase
wings
to
battel
flies
,
Whose
Fleet
looks
like
an
Hamlet
to
his
foes
:
More
great
in
mind
,
in
pow'r
less
by
far
,
He
hurls
himself
into
unequal
war.
(
69.
)
His
Captains
all
bear
bravely
up
,
and
fear
No
perils
where
this
Gen'ral
leads
them
on
,
Dangers
with
him
like
shadows
do
appear
,
Which
where
bright
Phoebus
sheds
his
rays
are
gone
:
The
name
of
Monk
was
dreadful
still
among
Remembring
Dutch
,
his
Name
's
a
Squadron
strong
.
(
70.
)
The
Fleets
engage
(n)
,
and
they
in
numbers
bold
,
And
ours
in
spirit
,
now
the
fight
grows
warm
,
Our
snugging
Frigates
do
their
sides
unfold
,
And
their
's
more
lofty
built
our
rigging
harm
:
We
ply'd
them
thick
,
&
made
their
fleet
more
thin
,
Each
Ship
its
own
way
open'd
to
get
in
.
(
71
)
Among
their
multitude
unseen
ours
lie
,
Like
stragling
Hunters
beating
in
a
spring
,
Until
the
hollowing
Guns
do
signifie
To
partner
Ships
their
place
;
these
answering
:
Then
through
the
Dutch
they
cut
their
passage
free
,
And
let
in
light
;
thus
one
another
see
.
(
72.
)
Long
time
our
few
their
many
counterpoise
,
The
English
Valour
holds
the
balance
even
,
If
either
,
the
Dutch
scale
did
seem
to
rise
,
And
the
advantage
to
our
side
was
given
:
But
envious
night
her
sable
mantle
spread
,
And
from
our
force
glad
Belgians
covered
.
(
73.
)
The
weary
Seamen
lay
them
down
to
rest
To
fresh
their
spirits
for
a
fiercer
fight
;
Victorious
dreams
(o)
the
English
minds
possest
,
And
black
Ideas
did
the
Dutch
affright
:
Those
dream
of
flying
Dutch
,
start
up
,
and
shout
These
startle
up
to
run
as
put
to
rout
.
(
74.
)
Aurora
drew
her
curtains
,
and
did
peep
Forth
from
her
Eastern
bed
,
and
scatter
light
,
Our
eager
Souldiers
shook
of
idle
sleep
,
And
theirs
arose
with
early
minds
for
flight
:
With
wishing
heart
each
homewards
casts
his
eye
,
And
Vessels
coming
from
their
Coast
doth
spy
.
(
75.
)
Which
brought
a
fresh
supply
of
sixteen
Sail
,
These
rais'd
their
fal'n
spirits
up
anew
:
Ours
heard
their
shout
,
and
saw
:
their
hearts
might
fail
,
If
ought
the
English
Spirit
could
subdue
:
Whose
strength
's
their
courage
,
doubling
this
they
vie
Th'
increasing
number
of
their
foes
supply
.
(
76.
)
Our
little
Fleet
was
lesser
grown
by
war
;
A
little
from
a
little
's
quickly
mist
:
Their
multitude
did
many
better
spare
:
Yet
all
discouragements
our
still
resist
:
With
such
a
General
they
scorn
to
fear
,
Who
doth
the
prize
of
conquer'd
Nations
wear
.
(
77.
)
The
Noble
Duke
,
what
e're
his
heart
revolves
,
With
smiling
aspect
chears
his
pensive
men
,
And
fills
their
anxious
hearts
with
brave
resolves
;
To
new
assault
he
fiercely
leads
them
then
:
Long
time
with
even
success
the
fight
maintain'd
,
No
Conquest
ever
greater
honour
gain'd
.
(
78.
)
Another
new
supply
(p)
augments
their
store
,
And
so
the
strongest
strength
increasing
get
;
While
our
disabled
Ships
sent
off
to
shore
,
Unto
the
weaker
adds
more
weakness
yet
:
But
Day
these
conflicts
weary
to
behold
,
Gave
leave
to
Night
her
Sables
to
unfold
.
(
78.
)
The
careful
Duke
commands
his
men
to
(q)
rest
,
Himself
on
reeling
Deck
doth
watchful
stand
,
A
thousand
thoughts
perplex
his
anxious
brest
No
gale
of
hopes
his
fervent
spirit
fann'd
:
Yet
he
resolves
no
English
shore
to
touch
,
Unless
he
's
Victor
o're
the
vaunting
Dutch.
(
80.
)
The
rising
Sun
now
gilds
the
Eastern
skie
,
Both
Fleets
prepare
the
quarrel
to
decide
,
Victory
thus
far
evenly
pois'd
did
lie
,
But
now
inclined
to
their
stronger
side
:
Yet
are
not
ours
o'recome
when
they
pursue
,
But
to
the
flying
still
the
honour's
due
.
(
81.
)
Opprest
with
number
mightiest
Spirits
yield
,
When
Force
,
and
Ammunition
both
do
fail
,
The
truest
Valour
wisely
quits
the
Field
,
Thus
wants
,
and
weakness
,
not
the
Dutch
,
prevail
,
Make
our
unwilling
General
retreat
,
Who
yet
in
this
doth
still
his
foes
defeat
.
(
82.
)
In
such
triumphant
order
he
retires
As
above
former
Victories
doth
raise
His
great
renown
,
big
Frigates
he
requires
To
keep
the
reer
,
the
less
securely
lays
Under
the
shelter
of
the
greaters
wing
,
And
thus
his
shatter'd
Navy
off
doth
bring
.
(
83.
)
Our
greatest
Frigates
keep
the
Dutch
in
awe
,
If
their
advancing
Vessels
drew
too
near
,
They
turn'd
,
and
by
a
broadside
give
them
law
For
distance
,
one
was
sunk
the
other
fear
,
And
follow
as
if
awfully
they
come
To
see
our
batter'd
Navy
safely
home
.
(
84.
)
Only
the
Prince
(
a
gallant
Ship
)
did
strand
,
Whose
presence
boldest
Dutch
could
never
brook
,
Nor
durst
approach
while
upright
she
could
stand
,
But
falling
fowl
,
her
helpless
men
they
took
:
Her self
expir'd
in
flames
,
much
better
so
Than
to
be
prize
to
the
insulting
foe
.
(
85.
)
At
last
the
Prince
(r)
whose
heart
was
in
his
ear
,
E're
since
he
heard
the
Guns
,
steer'd
by
their
Sound
,
With
flying
Colours
doth
far
off
appear
,
But
French
they
were
,
which
first
did
ours
confound
,
And
the
glad
Dutch
bore
up
their
friends
to
meet
,
And
him
with
warlike
welcome
kindly
greet
.
(
86.
)
Approaching
,
he
red
Crosses
soon
displays
,
Which
husht
their
joy
,
heav'd
English
hearts
,
and
hands
,
De
Ruyter
sneaking
back
with
shame
,
now
lays
With
craft
his
bragging
Ships
behind
the
Sands
,
Who
with
a
braving
shew
now
hover
there
To
tempt
the
eager
Prince
into
the
snare
.
(
87.
)
Fierce
as
a
Lyon
he
to
combate
slyes
,
To
check
the
boldness
of
this
vaunting
foe
,
But
the
Dukes
wibfe
upon
his
Jack-slag
spyes
,
The
signal
that
he
should
not
forwards
go
,
But
first
consult
;
then
with
a
slighting
tack
He
waves
the
Dutch
,
and
to
our
Fleet
comes
back
.
(
88.
)
With
leaping
hearts
the
Prince
,
and
Duke
embrace
;
The
Prince
doubts
no
success
,
the
Duke
alive
,
The
Duke
sees
Victory
in
the
Prince's
face
;
Both
joy
,
and
weep
for
joy
,
and
weeping
strive
To
tell
their
sights
,
and
fears
,
how
parted
hence
,
Each
shot
against
the
Duke
did
wound
the
Prince
.
(
89.
)
They
curse
their
parting
hour
,
but
't
is
too
late
:
Now
the
Dukes
wasted
stores
the
Prince
supplies
,
And
both
next
morn
resolve
to
try
their
fate
,
For
night
came
on
,
but
soon
their
hunting
eyes
Did
catch
the
breaking
day
,
then
rowse
their
men
,
And
to
the
wakened
Dutch
stood
in
agen
.
(ſ)
(
90.
)
In
this
one
(t)
day
they
three
days
war
repeat
;
As
if
the
Princes
presence
healed
all
,
The
wounded
men
,
and
Ships
so
nimbly
treat
The
Dutch
with
Presents
of
their
Powder'd
ball
,
That
their
vast
numbers
to
retreat
begin
,
Willing
to
part
stakes
since
they
could
not
win
.
(
91.
)
Night
interceded
for
a
truce
again
:
Her
suit
was
granted
,
but
day
calls
to
fight
;
The
maimed
Fleets
lie
lagging
on
the
Main
,
Their
chiefest
war
was
now
in
angry
sight
;
Their
eyes
shot
death
,
unweildy
Ships
could
not
;
The
Princes
Main-yard
down
by
luckless
shot
.
(
92.
)
The
Belgians
bless
the
time
,
and
now
with-drew
,
In
joyful
triumph
stand
for
Holland's
Coast
,
Our
shatter'd
Generals
could
not
pursue
;
And
this
is
that
great
Victory
they
boast
:
When
we
not
wont
such
Victories
to
make
,
Disclaim
more
right
,
and
call
it
parting
stake
.
(
93.
)
Now
our
torn
Vessels
too
are
homewards
bound
For
swift
repair
;
The
Duke
displeas'd
he
brought
No
Triumph
home
,
would
touch
no
English
ground
,
Until
the
Dutch
with
more
success
he
fought
:
Took
no
content
,
although
he
had
renown
For
what
he
did
,
in
all
minds
but
his
own
.
(
94.
)
The
famous
name
of
Monk
all
Lands
adore
,
And
though
no
Monks
in
England
Bishops
be
,
The
Monk
who
soundly
beat
the
Dutch
before
,
In
spite
of
them
shall
rule
the
Brittish
Sea
:
He
th'
honour
of
three
conquer'd
Kingdoms
bore
The
honour
had
three
Kingdoms
to
restore
.
(
95.
)
This
sight
the
earnest
was
of
great
success
,
Without
a
Miracle
could
be
no
more
;
By
which
wisemen
with
hopeless
hearts
did
guess
The
rest
for
a
new
fight
was
kept
in
store
:
For
if
divided
us
they
could
not
beat
,
How
will
they
stand
by
our
united
Fleet.
(
96.
)
Our
careful
King
with
Pers'nal
industry
Quickens
his
Carpenters
with
active
hands
To
sit
his
Fleet
another
bout
to
try
,
Whose
double
diligence
serves
his
Commands
:
Now
the
Streights
Fleet
to
joyn
come
fitly
home
:
And
others
,
newly
of
the
stocks
,
do
come
.
(
97.
)
But
to
maintain
the
honour
they
assum'd
The
hasty
Dutch
were
vap'ring
on
our
shore
,
Now
all
would
think
them
Victors
they
presum'd
,
Who
dar'd
the
Enemy
at
his
own
dore
:
Nor
stayd
our
(
yet
unready
)
Navy
long
,
But
soon
appear
as
numerous
,
and
strong
.
(
98.
)
The
boasting
Dutch
our
coming
would
not
stay
,
Nor
th'
English
durst
with
equal
numbers
meet
,
Wisely
they
hoyse
their
Sails
,
and
go
away
;
And
after
them
did
sail
our
gallant
Fleet
:
Now
Courages
must
fight
,
the
numbers
even
,
The
glory
to
the
Valiant
shall
be
given
.
(
99.
)
What
ours
ne're
shun
to
seek
,
they
seek
to
shun
,
An
equal
combate
on
the
watry
plain
.
Do
Victors
use
from
beaten
foes
to
run
?
Leave
bragging
Belgians
!
for
your
brags
are
vain
.
These
never
will
but
with
advantage
fight
,
Nor
kindness
shew
but
where
they
can
get
by
't
.
(
100.
)
Behind
their
dangerous
shallows
bold
they
lie
,
As
coward
Cocks
on
their
own
dunghils
crow
,
Ours
mind
no
danger
but
to
battel
flie
,
Toss't
o're
the
flats
by
waves
that
lofty
slow
:
Well
overtaken
,
they
their
foes
engage
,
And
on
their
own
Coast
a
fierce
battel
wage
.
(
101.
)
The
Generals
did
like
themselves
,
nor
can
More
in
their
praise
be
said
;
Allen
was
brave
:
Holmes
as
he
us'd
still
plaid
the
gallant
man
;
And
Spraggs
from
Trump
himself
shall
honor
have
:
Harman
through
fire
and
water
glory
sought
,
And
all
the
rest
there
like
true
English
fought
.
(
102.
)
The
fight
was
sharp
,
but
short
,
nor
could
be
long
Where
heartless
foes
so
soon
did
leave
the
field
:
They
will
not
fight
but
when
they
're
much
too
strong
,
Whose
hasty
flight
did
us
less
glory
yield
,
They
from
the
waxing
sight
so
soon
withdrew
,
The
battel
wain'd
e're
it
to
fulness
grew
.
(
103.
)
Now
fled
to
Harbour
close
to
shore
they
lay
Their
beaten
Vessels
,
where
't
was
pretty
sport
,
To
see
the
Fanfan
with
de
Ruyter
play
;
As
if
a
Pigmy
went
to
storm
a
Fort
:
The
Prince
,
and
Duke
had
pleasure
there
to
note
De
Ruyters
Ship
fought
by
their
Pleasure
Boat.
(
104.
)
While
on
their
Coast
as
Victors
thus
we
lie
,
Holms
,
Holland's
scourge
,
goes
on
an
enterprise
;
And
with
admir'd
success
burns
in
the
Uly
A
numerous
Fleet
(t)
most
rich
in
merchandise
;
Who
when
winds
serv'd
would
sev'ral
wayes
have
gone
,
But
end
their
Voyage
in
the
Torrid
Zone
.
(
105.
)
This
done
he
Lands
,
and
gives
a
Town
to
flames
;
But
in
this
light
our
fate
we
did
not
see
,
Who
had
a
greater
soon
on
this
side
Thames
A
fire
that
quench'd
the
joy
of
Victorie
:
Yet
prais'd
be
God
,
who
under
all
our
woe
Supports
our
hearts
from
yielding
to
our
foe
.
(
106.
)
See
here
the
vain
attempts
of
mortals
care
,
With
restless
toil
for
wealth
by
Sea
,
and
Land
,
When
Earth
,
Fire
,
Water
,
and
the
blustring
Air
Can
all
devour
,
what
we
count
sure
in
hand
:
With
much
less
labour
we
might
be
more
wise
,
If
we
did
trade
for
Heavens
Merchandise
.
(
107.
)
Even
when
the
flames
our
London
made
their
prey
,
Our
nimble
Fleet
was
hunting
foes
at
Sea
,
Both
French
and
Dutch
were
joyned
now
they
say
,
This
the
brave
Prince
,
and
Fleet
would
gladly
see
:
At
last
they
have
their
sought
for
foes
in
veiw
;
But
her
black
curtain
night
betwixt
them
drew
.
(
108.
)
And
e're
the
morn
did
in
the
East
appear
,
Heav'n
as
a
Mediator
rais'd
a
wind
To
intercept
the
sight
,
no
Ships
could
steer
A
steady
course
,
nor
place
for
battel
find
:
This
storm
might
Christians
furious
spirits
calm
,
And
on
its
wings
for
wounds
bring
healing
balm
.
(
109.
)
But
if
Dutch
haughty
spirits
will
not
yield
To
Terms
may
suit
our
Nations
interest
,
Let
foes
combine
!
God
is
our
Rock
,
and
Shield
,
And
will
the
justness
of
our
cause
attest
:
By
War
we
seek
an
honourable
Peace
,
Till
this
may
be
,
War
may
not
safely
cease
.
(
110.
)
Nor
shall
while
England
hath
,
or
blood
,
or
treasure
,
Or
Loyal
hearts
have
Votes
in
Parliament
,
Whose
Princes
will
is
their
own
choice
,
&
pleasure
,
Assur'd
the
Nations
good
is
his
intent
:
And
Loyal
London
which
in
ruine
lies
,
Rak'd
from
her
ashes
raises
new
supplies
.
(
111.
)
Whose
fire
hath
made
her
Loyaltie
to
shine
,
Rich
to
her
King
even
in
her
low
estate
,
Nor
doth
her
bounty
to
her
wealth
confine
,
But
makes
her
want
supply
the
needs
of
State
,
And
will
convince
both
France
,
&
Holland's
Fleets
,
Her
Spirit
is
not
fallen
with
her
Streets
.
(
112.
)
Her
Courage
,
and
her
Patience
both
are
try'd
By
fire
,
and
do
illustrious
appear
;
With
greater
Patience
none
can
loss
abide
Or
with
more
courage
far
less
crosses
bear
;
Laid
low
,
her
foes
to
trample
on
her
think
,
But
neither
fire
,
nor
water
make
her
shrink
.
(
113.
)
Relenting
Heav'n
who
hath
us
soundly
scourg'd
,
These
Vertues
,
pledge
of
better
times
,
doth
give
,
And
if
our
Sickness
hath
our
Vices
purg'd
,
And
Fire
consum'd
our
dross
,
we
yet
shall
live
,
To
see
the
War
in
our
full
Conquest
cease
,
And
London
rising
from
her
dust
in
peace
.
(
114.
)
Then
shall
the
Wealth
of
Nations
thither
flow
,
And
silver
Thames
be
rich
as
Tagus
shore
,
And
Strangers
ravish'd
by
her
beauteous
show
,
Turn
captiv'd
Lovers
,
and
go
home
no
more
:
The
East
shall
her
adore
with
Incense
,
and
The
West
enrich
her
with
her
golden
sand
.
(
115.
)
In
ample
glory
lofty
,
and
more
wide
,
Her
Streets
with
Structures
uniform
shall
stand
Surpassing
all
the
world
can
boast
beside
;
The
Palace
,
and
the
Temple
of
our
Land
:
And
Swains
who
Heav'n
some
glorious
City
deem
,
Will
this
the
new
Jerusalem
esteem
.
(
116.
)
Her
Royal
Father
,
whose
dear
sympathy
In
her
late
suff'rings
was
her
sweetest
fare
,
Shall
in
her
beauty
,
and
her
Loyalty
Rejoyce
,
and
she
in
his
great
love
,
and
care
:
Their
twined
Int'rests
and
Affections
shall
Native
,
and
Forreign
Enemies
appal
,
(
117.
)
We
have
indeed
been
compassed
with
woes
,
Trials
to
good
,
and
punishments
to
bad
:
We
are
beset
by
Sea
,
and
Land
with
foes
,
Who
in
our
sorrows
,
and
distress
are
glad
:
But
let
our
Faith
and
Courage
now
appear
,
Nor
let
us
ought
but
God
Almighty
fear
.
(
118.
)
Who
his
destroying
Angels
hand
hath
staid
,
Who
much
from
flames
beyond
our
hopes
did
save
,
Who
twice
our
Navy
hath
Victorious
made
,
Whom
still
the
faithful
on
their
side
shall
have
,
Who
to
the
patient
will
their
loss
repair
With
double
gain
;
so
patient
Job
did
fare
.
(
119.
)
Now
for
the
yet
unfinisht
part
of
war
:
Go
on
brave
Seamen
,
and
compleat
your
glory
!
Who
die
in
this
their
Countries
Martyrs
are
,
Whose
worthy
Names
shall
live
in
British
story
:
Lawson
,
and
Mims
with
honour
now
do
lie
Embalmed
in
the
English
memorie
.
(
120.
)
When
bullets
flie
so
thick
they
darken
air
,
The
Lord
of
Hosts
in
such
a
storm
can
save
;
Or
if
your
Souls
these
to
light
Mansions
bear
,
And
Seas
your
bodies
take
,
the
Sea
's
a
grave
Trusty
as
Earth
,
and
when
the
Angel
sounds
Gives
up
her
dead
safe
as
the
sacred
grounds
.
(
121.
)
But
there
's
less
fear
of
death
than
honour
now
,
Your
vanquisht
foes
will
scarce
endure
a
sight
,
Scarce
will
their
Keels
this
Spring
the
Ocean
plough
,
The
Conquest
's
now
less
difficult
than
sight
:
They
,
like
dull
Stars
the
Sun
with-drawn
,
are
clear
About
,
watch
their
advantage
to
appear
.
(
122.
)
Or
as
full
Moons
rise
when
the
Sun
doth
set
,
Look
big
,
and
fierce
,
as
if
the
skies
they
won
;
Our
searching
Fleet
come
in
,
so
out
they
get
,
And
shine
as
if
the
Ocean
were
their
own
.
But
when
the
Sun
looks
up
,
the
Moon
doth
hide
:
So
can't
the
Dutch
our
Navy's
sight
abide
.
(
123.
)
But
the
Sun
hunts
the
flying
Moon
until
His
Opposition
doth
eclipse
her
light
:
So
seek
the
shifting
Dutch
our
Navy
will
,
Till
they
eclipse
their
honour
in
a
fight
.
As
for
the
French
they
Meteors
are
,
no
doubt
;
Let
them
but
blaze
a
while
,
they
will
go
out
.
(
124.
)
Those
shine
like
Stars
,
but
are
indeed
a
vapour
,
Which
hath
no
proper
Orb
,
howe're
it
shows
,
But
only
upwards
cuts
a
nimble
caper
,
And
sinks
to
Earth
again
from
whence
it
rose
:
Perhaps
these
ignes
fatui
may
jeer
The
Dutch
into
the
Ditch
and
leave
them
there
.
(
125.
)
But
let
us
pious
,
loyal
,
loving
,
prove
To
God
,
our
King
,
our
Church
,
and
one
another
;
So
shall
the
reliques
of
our
woes
remove
,
And
prosp'rous
days
our
griefs
,
and
fears
shall
smother
:
Our
bliss
from
Virtue
we
may
calculate
More
sure
than
any
Stars
Prognosticate
.
FINIS
.
Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
Notes for div A64521-e6560
*
Sept.
2.
1666.
by
two
in
the
morning
began
this
fire
,
which
was
not
supp●●st
in
all
places
till
Friday
morning
following
.
†
The
roof
of
Paul's
falling
,
broke
strangely
through
into
St.
Faith's
Church
underneath
Pauls
.
*
Many
Books
by
the
Stationers
were
put
under
Pauls
Church
,
to
secure
them
from
the
fire
,
but
there
were
burned
.
*
Lud
King
of
Britain
.
*
Who
as
Stories
tell
landed
at
Totnes
in
Devonshire
,
Anno
Mundi
,
2855.
and
before
Christs
birth
,
1108.
years
,
and
soon
after
built
here
a
City
,
calling
it
Troy-novant
.
(a)
Anno
Dom.
1086.
(b)
King
of
Kent
:
and
moved
by
Mellitus
Bishop
of
London
,
to
found
this
Church
Mellitus
consecrated
Bishop
,
An.
Dom.
606.
(c)
Consecrated
Bishop
of
London
,
An.
Dom.
675.
(a)
Anno
Dom.
1087.
Notes for div A64521-e21910
(a)
The
Arms
of
Holland
.
(b)
The
Arms
of
Spain
,
from
whom
the
Netherlands
revolting
,
were
aided
by
Queen
Elizabeth
.
(c)
King
of
Spain
.
(d)
The
first
sight
with
the
Dutch.
(e)
Duke
of
York
.
(f)
Duke
of
York
.
(g)
Five
of
their
Ships
set
upon
the
Duke
's
at
once
.
(h)
Colours
taken
from
the
Dutch
ships
ours
took
,
and
sent
up
to
the
King
,
shewed
in
the
Countries
they
went.
(i)
Bergh●n
business
.
(k)
The
King
of
Denmark
who
profered
our
King
that
his
ships
might
take
any
Dutch
ships
in
his
harbours
,
and
the
Prize
to
be
divided
betwixt
them
.
(l)
According
to
the
common
o●inion
that
the
waters
are
h●gher
than
the
Earth
,
and
lie
upon
and
heap
at
Sea.
(m)
The
second
sight
with
the
Dutch
,
in
the
beginning
of
June
this
last
Summer
,
when
Prince
Rupert
and
the
Duke
of
Albemarle
went
General●
by
joynt
Commission
.
(n)
The
first
days
fight
.
(o)
The
second
days
fight
.
(p)
On
Saturday
even
.
(q)
The
third
day
.
(r)
Prince
Rupert
who
came
into
the
Duke
on
Sunday
ever
.
(ſ)
The
fourth
days
fight
.
(t)
The
fifth
day
the
fight
held
but
an
hour
or
two
e're
the
Dutch
withdrew
.
(t)
Con●isting
of
150.
Sail.