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         Briscoe, William.
      
       
         
           1667
        
      
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             Verses, presented to his masters in the ward of St. Giles's Cripplegate, within the Freedom. / By William Briscoe, bell-man.
             Briscoe, William.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.).
           
             [s.n.],
             London, :
             Printed Decemb. the 24th, in the year M.DC.LX.VII. [1667]
          
           
             Verse: "Christmass is come; The great Cathedral Feast ..."
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           VERSES
           ,
           Presented
           to
           his
           Masters
           in
           the
           Ward
           of
           St.
           
             Giles's
             Cripplegate
          
           ,
           within
           the
           Freedom
           .
        
         
           By
           
             William
             Briscoe
          
           ,
           Bell-man
           .
        
         
           
             On
             Christmass
             Day
             .
          
           
             
               CHristmass
               is
               come
               ;
               The
               great
               Cathedral
               Feast
               :
            
             
               Christmass
               ,
               the
               day
               of
               Labour
               ,
               not
               of
               Rest
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               the
               Word
               ,
               and
               Workman
               of
               Creation
               ,
            
             
               Came
               ,
               not
               to
               rest
               ,
               but
               work
               for
               our
               Salvation
               :
            
             
               He
               came
               ,
               according
               to
               Prophetick
               Truth
               ,
            
             
               To
               work
               ,
               to
               be
               in
               labour
               from
               His
               youth
               :
            
             
               Descending
               to
               a
               Manger
               ,
               from
               his
               Throne
               :
            
             
               He
               came
               to
               do
               our
               bus'ness
               ,
               not
               his
               own
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Another
             for
             Christmass
             Day
             .
          
           
             
               VVIth
               Angels
               man
               now
               sing
               with
               chearful
               voice
               ,
            
             
               More
               cause
               hast
               thou
               ,
               than
               Angels
               to
               rejoice
               :
            
             
               The
               Peace
               proclaim'd
               this
               morn
               ,
               is
               for
               thy
               sake
               ,
            
             
               For
               thee
               did
               God
               ,
               our
               human
               nature
               take
               ,
            
             
               To
               gain
               his
               lost-sheep-man
               ,
               of
               Grace
               bereft
               ,
            
             
               Whil'st
               Ninety
               Nine
               ,
               he
               in
               the
               Desert
               left
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             For
             St.
             
             Stephen's
             Day
             .
          
           
             
               BLessed
               St.
               Stephen
               ,
               whom
               the
               faithless
               Jews
            
             
               Did
               apprehend
               ,
               and
               falsly
               him
               accuse
               :
            
             
               For
               speaking
               Truth
               ,
               he
               Stoned
               was
               to
               death
               ;
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               Deaths-men
               ,
               pray'd
               to
               his
               last
               breath
               .
            
             
               Being
               th'
               first
               Martyr
               ,
               as
               true
               Story
               saith
               ,
            
             
               That
               ever
               suffer'd
               for
               the
               Christian
               Faith.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             For
             St.
             
             John's
             Day
             .
          
           
             
               St.
               John
               ,
               who
               was
               sirnamed
               ,
               The
               Divine
               ,
            
             
               Having
               set
               forth
               his
               Gospel
               ,
               most
               Sublime
               ;
            
             
               In
               boiling
               Oyl
               ,
               confirm'd
               the
               Truth
               he
               wrote
               ,
            
             
               Where
               John
               receiv'd
               a
               Martyrs
               Crown
               ;
               in
               Vote
            
             
               Of
               whom
               we
               read
               no
               other
               Martyrdom
               ;
            
             
               What
               if
               John
               stay
               (
               said
               Christ
               )
               until
               I
               come
               ?
            
          
        
         
           
             For
             Innocents
             Day
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               
               Bethlem-Babes
               this
               day
               receiv'd
               their
               Harms
               ,
            
             
               The
               Soldiers
               cut
               them
               from
               their
               Mothers
               arms
               ;
            
             
               Herod
               commands
               it
               ,
               and
               it
               must
               be
               done
               ;
            
             
               So
               ,
               to
               cut
               off
               the
               Worlds
               Salvation
               :
            
             
               Nothing
               could
               move
               ,
               nor
               melt
               the
               Tyrant's
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Not
               the
               Babes
               Innnocence
               ,
               nor
               Mothers
               cries
               .
            
             
               But
               
               Herod's
               curs'd
               Design
               God
               did
               prevent
               ,
            
             
               And
               Christ
               for
               safety
               ,
               was
               to
               Egypt
               sent
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             late
             unhappy
             Fire
             in
             the
             City
             .
          
           
             
               GOds's
               heavy
               Scourge
               laid
               late
               upon
               the
               City
               ,
            
             
               What
               Eye
               beheld
               it
               ,
               but
               with
               tears
               of
               pity
               !
            
             
               How
               fast
               the
               Fire
               the
               Houses
               did
               unframe
               ,
            
             
               And
               stately
               Streets
               were
               lickt
               up
               by
               the
               flame
               !
            
             
               The
               formidable
               warning
               of
               whose
               Rod
               ,
            
             
               Make
               us
               use
               penitent
               means
               to
               move
               our
               God
               ,
            
             
               To
               put
               his
               Sword
               of
               Indignation
               up
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               all
               be
               made
               to
               taste
               of
               the
               same
               Cup.
               
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               ,
               who
               vouchsafed'st
               with
               miraculous
               speed
               ,
            
             
               To
               free
               thy
               Servants
               here
               in
               time
               of
               need
               ,
            
             
               From
               th'
               all-deserving-fury
               of
               thy
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               Which
               on
               our
               Neighbours
               heavy
               lighted
               hath
               :
            
             
               Though
               't
               is
               acknowledg'd
               ,
               we
               as
               faulty
               were
            
             
               Whom
               thou
               hast
               spar'd
               ,
               as
               those
               that
               suffer'd
               there
               :
            
             
               All
               Praise
               for
               this
               thy
               special
               Mercy
               done
               ,
            
             
               Be
               to
               thy
               Name
               ,
               so
               long
               as
               Ages
               run
               .
            
          
           
             
               London
               has
               drunk
               of
               Sorrow's
               Cup
               so
               deep
               ,
            
             
               That
               now
               for
               Ages
               ,
               She
               is
               laid
               to
               sleep
               ;
            
             
               But
               in
               regard
               that
               underneath
               the
               Cope
               ,
            
             
               She
               was
               the
               Phoenix-City
               ,
               there
               is
               hope
            
             
               Our
               Children
               may
               survive
               to
               see
               the
               day
               ,
            
             
               When
               from
               th'
               Old
               Phoenix-City
               ,
               London
               may
            
             
               A
               new
               proceed
               ;
               London
               made
               new
               agen
               ,
            
             
               A
               penitent
               Habitation
               for
               new
               men
               .
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           Decemb.
           the
           24th
           ,
           in
           the
           Year
           MDC
           .
           LX.VII
           .
        
      
    
  

