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             Upon the late lamentable fire in London in an humble imitation of the most incomparable Mr. Cowley his Pindarick strain / by J.A. of Kings-Colledge in Camb., Fellow.
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           Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
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           Upon
           the
           late
           Lamentable
           Fire
           IN
           LONDON
           .
           In
           an
           humble
           Imitation
           Of
           the
           most
           Incomparable
           Mr.
           Cowley
           his
           Pindarick
           Strain
           .
           By
           
             J.
             A.
          
           of
           
           Kings-Colledge
           in
           Camb.
           Fellow
           .
        
         
           
             
               
                 
                   Licensed
                   the
                   1st
                   .
                   of
                   December
                   ,
                   1666.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Roger
                     L'Estrange
                     .
                  
                
              
            
          
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             H.
             Brome
          
           over
           against
           the
           Dial
           in
           Little-Britain
           ,
           1667.
           
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           Upon
           the
           late
           LAMENTABLE
           ACCIDENT
           OF
           FIRE
           IN
           THE
           Famous
           CITY
           of
           LONDON
           :
           After
           Mr.
           Cowley
           his
           Pindarick
           Strain
           .
        
         
           
             I.
             
          
           
             AWake
             proud
             Man
             ,
             and
             take
             a
             view
             ,
          
           
             What
             miseries
             thy
             sins
             persew
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             who
             art
             unconcern'd
             in
             such
             a
             desperate
             state
             ,
          
           
             And
             only
             learn'st
             by
             what
             is
             lost
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             so
             late
             :
          
           
             Thy
             knowledge
             proves
             not
             worth
             thy
             cost
             .
          
           
             Remember
             the
             dominion
             which
             by
             Heav'n
          
           
             In
             the
             estate
             of
             innocence
             was
             giv'n
             ,
          
           
           
             Think
             how
             the
             whole
             Creation
             still
          
           
             Mov'd
             by
             thy
             Father
             
             Adam's
             will
             ,
          
           
             The
             Natures
             of
             the
             Elements
             were
             known
          
           
             To
             be
             as
             harmless
             as
             his
             own
             ,
          
           
             Until
             in
             thee
          
           
             They
             did
             combine
             against
             a
             Deity
             ,
          
           
             And
             their
             Allegiance
             ,
             with
             thy
             innocence
             ,
          
           
             Became
             imperfect
             thence
             ,
          
           
             And
             ever
             since
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             who
             once
             the
             whole
             did'st
             sway
             ,
          
           
             Both
             theirs
             ,
             and
             thy
             own
             nature
             dost
             obey
             ,
          
           
             A
             Lord
             but
             lately
             ,
             yet
             a
             slave
             to
             day
             .
          
        
         
           
             II.
             
          
           
             When
             the
             Almighty
             did
             repent
             ,
          
           
             Of
             what
             so
             lately
             he
             call'd
             good
             ,
          
           
             Over
             the
             infant
             World
             he
             sent
          
           
             An
             universal
             flood
             :
          
           
             But
             when
             good
             
             Noah's
             off-spring
             many
             grew
             ,
          
           
             (
             And
             
             Noah's
             seed
             were
             sinners
             too
             )
          
           
             When
             they
             were
             ripe
             for
             punishment
             ,
             and
             all
          
           
             Their
             vice
             did
             for
             a
             signal
             judgment
             call
             ,
          
           
             The
             thirsty
             earth
             did
             gape
             again
          
           
             Impatient
             of
             an
             other
             flood
             of
             rain
             ,
          
           
             And
             opening
             swallow'd
             some
             alive
             ,
             because't
             had
             lookt
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             While
             Men
             in
             sin
             grew
             wiser
             yet
             ,
          
           
             And
             various
             in
             their
             wickedness
             ,
          
           
             God
             himself
             did
             think
             it
             fit
          
           
             Their
             punishment
             should
             be
             no
             less
             ,
          
           
             The
             Air
             it self
             which
             makes
             our
             breath
             ,
          
           
             Became
             an
             instrument
             of
             death
             ,
          
           
           
             If
             still
             offences
             of
             a
             deeper
             die
          
           
             Offend
             his
             purer
             eye
             ,
          
           
             He
             gives
             an
             other
             Judgment
             birth
             ,
          
           
             Fire
             comes
             from
             Heav'n
             ,
             or
             Fire
             from
             Earth
          
           
             Thus
             the
             four
             Elements
             take
             turns
             ,
          
           
             He
             Drowns
             ,
             he
             Swallows
             us
             alive
             ,
             he
             Plagues
             ,
             or
             else
             he
             Burns
             .
          
        
         
           
             III.
             
          
           
             About
             those
             hours
             which
             silence
             keep
          
           
             To
             tempt
             the
             froward
             World
             to
             ease
             ,
          
           
             Just
             at
             the
             time
             when
             cloath'd
             with
             subtile
             air
             ,
          
           
             Guilty
             spirits
             use
             t'
             appear
             ,
          
           
             When
             the
             hard
             Students
             to
             their
             pillows
             creep
             ,
          
           
             (
             All
             but
             the
             Aged
             Men
             that
             wake
             ,
          
           
             Who
             in
             the
             morn
             their
             slumbers
             take
             )
          
           
             When
             Fire
             themselves
             are
             put
             to
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             Onely
             the
             thrifty
             lights
             that
             burn
             ,
             and
             Melancholick
             persons
             please
          
           
             Just
             then
             a
             message
             came
             ,
          
           
             Brought
             by
             a
             murmuring
             wind
             ,
          
           
             Not
             to
             every
             obvious
             flame
             ,
          
           
             Thousands
             of
             those
             it
             left
             behind
             ,
          
           
             And
             chose
             a
             treacherous
             heap
             of
             sparks
             ,
          
           
             Which
             buryed
             in
             their
             ashes
             lay
             ,
          
           
             Which
             when
             discover'd
             by
             some
             secret
             marks
             ,
          
           
             The
             Air
             fann'd
             the
             pale
             dust
             away
             ,
          
           
             What
             less
             than
             Heav'n
             could
             e're
             this
             message
             send
          
           
             The
             Embers
             glowing
             wak't
             ,
             and
             did
             attend
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             IV.
             
          
           
             In
             an
             unusual
             tone
          
           
             The
             Embassie
             deliver'd
             was
             ,
          
           
             The
             teeming
             Air
             it self
             did
             groan
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             for
             its
             burden
             could
             it
             farther
             pass
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Dialects
             but
             to
             themselves
             unknown
             ,
          
           
             Onely
             by
             sad
             effects
             we
             see
             ,
          
           
             They
             did
             agree
             ,
          
           
             To
             execute
             the
             great
             Decree
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             with
             the
             same
             secrecy
             conspire
             ,
          
           
             That
             as
             heav'n
             whisper'd
             to
             the
             Air
             ,
             the
             Air
             should
             to
             the
             Fire
             :
          
           
             The
             drowsie
             Coals
             no
             sooner
             understand
          
           
             The
             purport
             of
             their
             large
             command
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             th'officious
             wind
             did
             there
             attend
             ,
          
           
             It
             s
             needful
             aid
             to
             lend
             ,
          
           
             But
             suddenly
             they
             seek
             out
          
           
             The
             work
             they
             were
             to
             go
             about
             ;
          
           
             And
             sparks
             which
             had
             before
             unactive
             lain
          
           
             Each
             sep'rate
             had
             his
             portion
             tane
             ,
          
           
             Though
             scatter'd
             for
             a
             while
             ,
             design'd
             to
             meet
             again
             .
          
        
         
           
             V.
             
          
           
             Thus
             far
             contriv'd
             ,
             the
             Wary
             Fire
          
           
             Thinking
             how
             many
             't
             would
             undoe
             ,
          
           
             Fearing
             their
             just
             complaint
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             perpetual
             restraint
          
           
             Men
             would
             hereafter
             put
             it
             to
             ;
          
           
             It
             winck't
             ,
             as
             one
             would
             think
             't
             would
             fain
          
           
             Have
             slept
             again
             ,
          
           
           
             Had
             not
             the
             cruel
             wind
             rose
             higher
             ,
          
           
             Which
             forc'd
             the
             drooping
             Coals
             revive
             ,
          
           
             To
             save
             themselves
             alive
             :
          
           
             Thus
             without
             fresh
             supply
             of
             food
             ,
          
           
             Not
             able
             to
             subsist
             ,
          
           
             Much
             lesse
             resist
          
           
             A
             breath
             by
             which
             they
             were
             so
             rudely
             kist
             ,
          
           
             They
             seiz'd
             a
             neighbouring
             stack
             of
             wood
             ;
          
           
             Which
             strait
             into
             one
             horrid
             flame
             did
             turn
             ,
          
           
             Not
             as
             it
             stood
             design'd
             to
             burn
             :
          
           
             Thus
             while
             each
             other
             they
             oppose
             ,
          
           
             Poor
             mortals
             trace
             the
             mighty
             foes
             ,
          
           
             By
             the
             vast
             desolations
             ,
             each
             makes
             where
             e're
             he
             goes
             .
          
        
         
           
             VI.
             
          
           
             Whether
             dispos'd
             by
             too
             much
             ●hlegm
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Melancholick
             ,
             that
             o're
             loads
             the
             heart
             ,
          
           
             That
             turns
             sound
             sleep
             to
             an
             unruly
             dream
             ,
          
           
             And
             makes
             the
             Body
             with
             Convulsions
             start
             ;
          
           
             Or
             whether
             yet
             so
             much
             belov'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             by
             his
             waiting
             Genius
             mov'd
             ,
          
           
             Suggesting
             Fire
             to
             be
             his
             Phancies
             theam
             ,
          
           
             That
             that
             might
             work
             ,
             and
             he
             might
             wake
             ,
             and
             all
             might
             seem
          
           
             A
             Sympathetick
             Dream
             ,
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             but
             the
             Man
             that
             own'd
             the
             wood
             did
             wake
             ,
          
           
             (
             A
             seasonable
             time
             when
             life
             's
             at
             stake
             )
          
           
             And
             so
             amaz'd
             did
             hardly
             know
          
           
             Whether
             he
             still
             did
             Dream
             or
             no
             ;
          
           
             His
             suddain
             ,
             and
             surprising
             fear
          
           
             That
             would
             not
             give
             him
             time
             to
             arm
          
           
             Himself
             with
             thoughts
             against
             his
             harm
             ,
          
           
           
             Quickly
             turn'd
             into
             despair
             ,
          
           
             Grief
             for
             what
             's
             lost
             afflicts
             his
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Glad
             he
             could
             his
             Neighbours
             call
             ,
          
           
             Then
             love
             creeps
             in
             to
             what
             was
             left
             behind
             ,
          
           
             And
             hopes
             of
             saving
             something
             ,
             though
             not
             all
             ;
          
           
             His
             passions
             thus
             maintaining
             mutual
             strife
             ,
          
           
             Left
             him
             just
             wit
             enough
             to
             save
             his
             life
             .
          
        
         
           
             VII
             .
          
           
             Now
             uncontroul'd
             the
             greedy
             Fire
          
           
             Shews
             its
             unlimited
             desire
             ,
          
           
             And
             though
             not
             high
             enough
             for
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Makes
             all
             the
             neighbouring
             tops
             of
             houses
             bright
             ,
          
           
             Like
             the
             warm
             Guest
          
           
             That
             takes
             his
             journey
             from
             the
             blooming
             East
             ,
          
           
             Suppos'd
             himself
             t'
             appear
             ,
          
           
             When
             yet
             beneath
             our
             Hemisphere
             ,
          
           
             By
             those
             who
             his
             reflected
             rayes
             mistake
             ,
          
           
             And
             think
             the
             Sun
             ,
             and
             day
             together
             break
             :
          
           
             The
             Watches
             now
             in
             every
             street
          
           
             Eccho
             the
             dreadful
             noyse
             of
             Fire
             ,
          
           
             Which
             calls
             with
             the
             same
             energy
             from
             bed
             ,
          
           
             As
             the
             last
             Trumpet
             shall
             the
             dead
             ,
          
           
             And
             bids
             them
             all
             draw
             nigher
             ,
          
           
             The
             shiv'ring
             multitudes
             in
             bodies
             meet
          
           
             And
             some
             it
             raiseth
             by
             its
             light
             ,
             and
             others
             by
             its
             heat
             ▪
          
        
         
           
           
             VIII
             .
          
           
             Those
             sluggards
             that
             did
             longest
             stay
          
           
             Haste
             to
             seek
             the
             danger
             out
             ,
          
           
             Scarce
             believing
             what
             they
             heard
             ,
          
           
             (
             As
             truths
             at
             distance
             often
             turn
             to
             doubt
             )
          
           
             And
             still
             they
             went
             ,
             and
             still
             they
             feard
             ,
          
           
             Then
             blam'd
             their
             own
             delay
             ,
          
           
             And
             wonder'd
             in
             their
             way
          
           
             To
             meet
             so
             many
             up
             at
             work
             ,
             before
             't
             was
             break
             of
             day
             :
          
           
             Now
             first
             the
             people
             understood
          
           
             The
             ill
             consequence
             of
             neighbour-hood
          
           
             Against
             a
             Fires
             impetuous
             force
             ,
          
           
             For
             wise
             ,
             though
             weak
             ,
             defendants
             better
             know
          
           
             To
             tire
             a
             lawless
             over-bearing
             foe
             ,
          
           
             By
             tedious
             marches
             than
             by
             open
             force
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             hope
             's
             left
             this
             enemy
             to
             subdue
             ?
          
           
             Whose
             forces
             at
             each
             house
             renew
             ,
          
           
             While
             one
             another
             they
             undoe
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             houses
             ev'n
             too
             many
             were
             ,
             and
             they
             themselves
             too
             few
             .
          
        
         
           
             IX
             .
          
           
             Now
             all
             the
             foolish
             Engines
             play
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             water
             they
             convey
             ,
          
           
             Will
             not
             half
             its
             thirst
             allay
             ,
          
           
             So
             far
             they
             are
             from
             lessening
             its
             heat
             ,
          
           
             They
             serve
             but
             to
             digest
             its
             meat
             ;
          
           
             And
             still
             the
             surly
             flame
             doth
             fiercer
             hiss
          
           
             By
             an
             Antiperistasis
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             such
             ease
             defi'd
          
           
             The
             smaller
             Conduits
             in
             full
             pride
             ,
          
           
             Towards
             his
             mortal
             foe
             he
             did
             in
             triumph
             ride
             ;
          
           
           
             Now
             London
             thy
             astonisht
             Thame
          
           
             (
             Then
             which
             no
             River
             lowder
             sung
             by
             Fame
             )
          
           
             For
             who
             knows
             which
             most
             honour
             doth
             confer
          
           
             Shee
             on
             thee
             ,
             or
             thou
             on
             her
          
           
             Having
             dispatcht
             part
             of
             her
             watry
             train
          
           
             As
             tribute
             to
             the
             Usurping
             Ocean
             ,
          
           
             Was
             glad
             to
             spare
             some
             water
             more
          
           
             To
             call
             them
             back
             again
             ,
          
           
             Shrinking
             her
             head
             from
             the
             affrighted
             Shore
             ,
          
           
             Fearing
             before
             her
             Flood
             return'd
          
           
             Her
             darling
             City
             would
             be
             burn'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             X.
             
          
           
             When
             they
             drew
             nigh
             the
             folding
             Flames
             .
          
           
             Salute
             and
             take
             their
             prospect
             o're
             the
             Thames
             ,
          
           
             When
             lo
             upon
             the
             further
             side
          
           
             They
             a
             spacious
             Town
             espi'd
             ,
          
           
             Hither
             they
             bend
             ,
             whose
             rage
             admits
             no
             stay
          
           
             From
             any
             thing
             ,
             to
             which
             there
             seem'd
             a
             way
             ,
          
           
             To
             find
             out
             that
             ,
             with
             eager
             pace
          
           
             They
             did
             the
             flying
             peoples
             footsteps
             trace
          
           
             Who
             shun'd
             their
             scorching
             face
             ,
          
           
             And
             seiz'd
             the
             wondrous
             street
             which
             stood
             ,
          
           
             Trampling
             upon
             the
             conquer'd
             Flood
             ;
          
           
             Thus
             busie
             man
             intends
          
           
             Security
             '
             gainst
             what
             may
             come
             amiss
             ,
          
           
             Though
             inconveniencie
             depends
             ,
          
           
             On
             what
             most
             profitable
             is
             ;
          
           
             So
             who
             endeavoured
             to
             provide
          
           
             Against
             the
             damage
             of
             a
             swelling
             tide
             ,
          
           
           
             Were
             almost
             by
             a
             second
             Foe
             undone
             ,
          
           
             By
             that
             which
             serv'd
             to
             fetter
             one
             ,
          
           
             When
             glad
             they
             would
             have
             set
             the
             River
             free
          
           
             T'
             have
             swallow'd
             up
             the
             greater
             Enemy
             ,
          
           
             Had
             not
             the
             Fire
             at
             those
             same
             Ruines
             staid
          
           
             VVhich
             though
             so
             many
             years
             ago
             ,
             he
             knew
             himself
             had
             made
             .
          
        
         
           
             XI
             .
          
           
             Though
             stopt
             in
             crossing
             o're
             the
             foaming
             Tide
             ,
          
           
             It
             gain'd
             along
             the
             River
             side
             ,
          
           
             And
             roar'd
             ,
             while
             yet
             the
             water
             did
             but
             glide
             ;
          
           
             Here
             it
             found
             the
             richest
             prey
          
           
             For
             safety
             was
             remov'd
             away
             ,
          
           
             VVares
             ,
             whose
             great
             worth
             and
             weight
             prolong'd
             their
             stay
             ,
          
           
             The
             persecuting
             Flame
             the
             while
             grew
             swifter
             far
             than
             they
             .
          
           
             By
             this
             time
             the
             vast
             hollow
             deep
          
           
             VVas
             full
             ,
             yet
             did
             its
             limits
             keep
          
           
             Vast
             piles
             of
             Merchandize
             against
             the
             Flood
          
           
             Even
             with
             its
             surface
             stood
             ,
          
           
             Of
             such
             as
             the
             best
             foreign
             Coast
          
           
             Or
             rich
             America
             can
             boast
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Owners
             watch
             them
             ,
             and
             did
             pray
          
           
             As
             kind
             a
             stream
             as
             brought
             them
             there
             ,
             would
             carry
             them
             away
             .
          
           
             When
             the
             expected
             Flood
             was
             come
          
           
             Some
             untoucht
             it
             rescu'd
             ,
             some
          
           
             Half
             destroy'd
             were
             quencht
             ,
             and
             found
             within
             her
             watry
             womb
             ;
          
           
             Those
             which
             it
             could
             no
             way
             save
             ,
          
           
             Had
             their
             ashes
             in
             a
             wave
             ,
          
           
             With
             reverence
             transported
             home
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             XII
             .
          
           
             It
             s
             fury
             still
             increas'd
             ,
             and
             all
          
           
             Houses
             and
             Churches
             undistinguisht
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Resolv'd
             to
             know
             no
             limits
             now
             ,
             less
             than
             a
             City
             wall
             ,
          
           
             Still
             the
             fuel
             was
             remov'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             still
             the
             Fire
             its
             force
             improv'd
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             eager
             and
             devouring
             heat
          
           
             Into
             the
             heart
             of
             th'
             City
             eat
             ,
          
           
             (
             Whose
             appetite
             no
             industry
             could
             quell
             )
          
           
             And
             when
             their
             costly
             Wares
             were
             gone
             ,
          
           
             The
             place
             they
             us'd
             to
             traffique
             on
             ,
          
           
             
             Gresham's
             famous
             building
             fell
             .
          
           
             The
             Fire
             was
             now
             so
             monstrous
             grown
             ,
          
           
             It
             knew
             no
             proper
             fuel
             of
             its
             own
             ,
          
           
             And
             scarce
             distinguisht
             between
             Wood
             and
             Stone
             :
          
           
             The
             advantage
             Stone
             had
             over
             Wood
             ,
          
           
             Was
             only
             that
             it
             stood
             ;
          
           
             And
             what
             the
             Founders
             Majesty
             had
             wore
             ,
          
           
             Now
             only
             counterfeited
             well
             ,
             what
             was
             it self
             before
             .
          
           
             As
             bodies
             in
             the
             dry
             Egyptian
             sand
             ,
          
           
             Upright
             in
             their
             Repositories
             stand
             ,
          
           
             Preserv'd
             by
             warmth
             and
             kept
             from
             Air
             ,
          
           
             Fresh
             as
             when
             living
             ,
             and
             as
             fair
             ;
          
           
             But
             once
             expos'd
             to
             outward
             touch
             ,
          
           
             Soon
             betray
             their
             Age
             too
             much
             ,
          
           
             By
             crumbling
             into-dust
             ,
             and
             our
             burnt
             Stone
             is
             such
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             XIII
             .
          
           
             Now
             with
             a
             holy
             passion
             fir'd
          
           
             I
             have
             vow'd
             some
             time
             to
             meditate
             ,
          
           
             And
             think
             ,
             Great
             
             Paul's
             upon
             thy
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             all
             the
             world
             ,
             not
             only
             we
             admir'd
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             lofty
             and
             unequall'd
             Spire
             ,
          
           
             Suffer'd
             once
             before
             by
             Fire
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             was
             from
             an
             angry
             Lightnings
             flame
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             howsoe're
             it
             came
             ,
          
           
             It
             were
             absurd
             to
             think
             it
             were
             not
             so
             ,
          
           
             For
             what
             could
             reach
             thee
             from
             below
             ?
          
           
             Thou
             ,
             who
             for
             ought
             I
             see
          
           
             Might'st
             for
             ever
             have
             been
             free
             ,
          
           
             From
             any
             Culinary
             Fire
             ,
          
           
             Had
             it
             not
             with
             Pains
             rose
             higher
             ,
          
           
             Only
             to
             stare
             ,
             and
             to
             admire
             ;
          
           
             Till
             it
             such
             a
             pitch
             had
             gain'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             it
             Elementary
             grew
             ,
          
           
             Such
             as
             Aristotle
             only
             faign'd
             ,
          
           
             Oh
             had
             it
             been
             as
             harmless
             too
             ;
          
           
             Now
             Air
             so
             much
             with
             Fire
             did
             share
             ,
          
           
             That
             it
             requir'd
             an
             equal
             care
             ,
          
           
             As
             't
             did
             from
             Fire
             before
             ,
             to
             keep
             thee
             now
             from
             Air.
             
          
        
         
           
             XIV
             .
          
           
             The
             circling
             Flames
             had
             taken
             in
          
           
             All
             that
             did
             about
             thee
             stand
             ,
          
           
             Before
             they
             durst
             with
             thee
             begin
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Structure
             did
             a
             reverend
             fear
             command
             ;
          
           
           
             As
             by
             a
             subtile
             Enemy
          
           
             Places
             of
             strength
             are
             first
             survey'd
             ,
          
           
             Who
             the
             weakest
             place
             descry
          
           
             Before
             their
             Batteries
             are
             play'd
             ,
          
           
             So
             it
             may
             of
             thee
             be
             said
             ,
          
           
             For
             that
             to
             which
             the
             Fire
             did
             first
             draw
             near
             ,
          
           
             Doth
             yet
             untoucht
             appear
             ,
          
           
             (
             Thy
             sacred
             Altar
             which
             could
             ne're
             endure
             )
          
           
             Any
             Fire
             that
             was
             impure
             :
          
           
             Now
             not
             thy
             strong
             foundation
          
           
             On
             Faith
             ,
             defended
             by
             Tradition
          
           
             Of
             Books
             ,
             whose
             worth
             and
             number
             was
             so
             great
          
           
             They
             will
             hereafter
             silence
             the
             Vaticans
             like
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             Not
             thy
             pious
             Prince
             his
             care
             ,
          
           
             To
             have
             made
             thee
             once
             more
             fair
             ,
          
           
             Could
             support
             thy
             aged
             head
             ,
          
           
             (
             No
             though
             thou
             wert
             a
             sacred
             place
             )
          
           
             How
             foolish
             then
             were
             they
             who
             thought
             ,
          
           
             The
             brutish
             Element
             was
             better
             taught
             ,
          
           
             Then
             they
             who
             did
             themselves
             thy
             glory
             most
             deface
             .
          
           
             Thus
             when
             thy
             smaller
             children
             now
             were
             dead
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             thy self
             didst
             soon
             decline
             into
             thy
             humble
             bed
             .
          
        
         
           
             XV.
             
          
           
             When
             great
             Pauls
             was
             seen
             to
             fall
             ,
          
           
             People
             bid
             adieu
             to
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             hopes
             they
             had
             ,
             resign'd
             ,
          
           
             For
             they
             had
             little
             reason
             sure
          
           
             To
             think
             any
             thing
             secure
          
           
             When
             they
             cast
             their
             eyes
             behind
             .
          
           
           
             Still
             it
             runs
             ,
             and
             still
             it
             thrives
             ,
          
           
             Down
             to
             the
             City
             Gates
             it
             drives
             ,
          
           
             One
             of
             which
             was
             still
             possest
          
           
             By
             those
             who
             are
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             With
             Principal
             and
             Interest
             .
          
           
             Th'
             other
             contain'd
             a
             desperate
             crew
          
           
             Of
             Thieves
             and
             Murderers
             too
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Goalers
             gave
             them
             timely
             liberty
             ,
          
           
             Where
             they
             imprison'd
             use
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             The
             Fire
             it self
             went
             free
             ,
          
           
             To
             these
             a
             welcom
             Guest
             ,
          
           
             And
             only
             by
             such
             miscreants
             blest
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             on
             the
             conquest
             when
             the
             Triumph
             ends
          
           
             A
             General
             Goal-delivery
             attends
             :
          
           
             Soon
             after
             this
             ,
             whether
             with
             eating
             tir'd
             ,
          
           
             VVhen
             all
             the
             City
             now
             was
             fir'd
             ,
          
           
             In
             its
             own
             ashes
             it
             expir'd
             ,
          
           
             How
             I
             can't
             tell
             ,
             I
             only
             know
             ,
          
           
             It
             begun
             strangely
             ,
             and
             it
             ended
             so
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
  

