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             Londons destroyer detected: and destruction lamented: or, some serious ruminations, and profitable reflections upon the late dreadful, dismal, and never-to-be-forgotten conflagration Wherein is briefly comprehended several things considerable, in order to Londons present recovery, and future prosperity.
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           Londons
           Destroyer
           DETECTED
           ;
           AND
           DESTRUCTION
           LAMENTED
           :
           OR
           ,
           Some
           Serious
           Ruminations
           ,
           and
           Profitable
           Reflections
           upon
           the
           late
           Dreadful
           ,
           Dismal
           ,
           and
           never-to-be-forgotten
           CONFLAGRATION
           .
           Where
           in
           is
           briefly
           comprehended
           several
           things
           considerable
           ,
           in
           order
           to
           LONDONS
           present
           Recovery
           ,
           and
           future
           Prosperity
           .
        
         
           
             Psalm
             .
             46.
             8.
             
          
           
             
               Come
               ,
               behold
               the
               Works
               of
               the
               Lord
               ,
               what
               Desolations
               he
               hath
               made
               in
               the
               Earth
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Lam.
             1.
             1.
             
          
           
             
               How
               doth
               the
               City
               sit
               solitary
               that
               was
               full
               of
               People
               ?
               How
               is
               she
               become
               as
               a
               Widdow
               ,
               she
               that
               was
               great
               among
               the
               Nations
               ,
               and
               Princess
               among
               the
               Provinces
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Vers
             .
             9.
             
          
           
             
               Her
               filthiness
               is
               in
               her
               Skirts
               ,
               she
               remembred
               not
               her
               latter
               end
               ,
               therefore
               she
               came
               down
               wonderfully
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             3.
             40.
             
          
           
             
               Let
               us
               search
               and
               try
               our
               wayes
               ,
               and
               turn
               again
               to
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
        
         
           London
           ,
           Printed
           in
           the
           Year
           ,
           1666.
           
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           Londons
           
             Destroyer
             Detected
             ,
             and
             Destruction
             Lamented
             ,
          
           &c.
           
        
         
           HEarken
           ,
           
             O
             Heavens
          
           ,
           stand
           amaz'd
           ,
           and
           be
        
         
           Astonished
           ,
           
             O
             Earth
          
           ,
           to
           hear
           and
           see
        
         
           The
           
             wondrous
             works
          
           the
           Lord
           hath
           lately
           shown
           ,
        
         
           To
           make
           his
           Justice
           and
           his
           Power
           known
           :
        
         
           Call
           an
           Assembly
           now
           ,
           of
           Old
           and
           Young
           ,
        
         
           And
           taketh
           assistance
           both
           of
           meak
           and
           strong
           :
        
         
           Consult
           with
           ,
           and
           examine
           Rich
           and
           Poor
           ;
        
         
           And
           see
           who
           can
           declare
           the
           like
           before
           .
        
         
           Consider
           Soul
           ,
           who
           e're
           thou
           art
           indeed
           ;
        
         
           If
           nothing
           yet
           hath
           made
           thy
           heart
           to
           bleed
           :
        
         
           Me
           thinks
           ,
           here
           '
           s
           something
           now
           ,
           might
           make
           it
           sore
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           thee
           mourn
           ,
           till
           thou
           canst
           mourn
           no
           more
           .
        
         
           If
           thy
           heart
           be
           not
           like
           to
           Flint
           or
           Steel
           ,
        
         
           The
           thoughts
           of
           this
           will
           surely
           make
           thee
           feel
           .
        
         
           Oh!
           wo
           is
           me
           .
           Alas
           ,
           What
           shall
           I
           say
           ?
        
         
           Let
           every
           Soul
           bewail
           this
           
             woful
             Day
          
           :
        
         
           Let
           every
           dry
           and
           
             barren
             heart
          
           lament
           ;
        
         
           And
           more
           then
           this
           ,
           let
           sinners
           all
           repent
           ;
        
         
           Yea
           every
           one
           that
           can
           but
           shed
           a
           Tear
           ,
        
         
           Now
           show
           your
           grief
           ,
           and
           learn
           the
           Lord
           to
           fear
           .
        
         
           But
           what
           's
           the
           news
           ,
           some
           
             sleepy
             Soul
          
           may
           say
           ,
        
         
           That
           thou
           complainst
           thus
           of
           a
           
             dreadful
             Day
          
           ?
        
         
           What
           is
           the
           cause
           ,
           thou
           dost
           so
           strangely
           speak
           ,
        
         
           And
           seem
           to
           grieve
           ,
           as
           if
           thy
           heart
           would
           break
           ?
        
         
           Why
           dost
           thou
           stir
           up
           people
           now
           to
           weep
           ?
        
         
           Thou
           dost
           disturb
           me
           ,
           for
           I
           fain
           would
           sleep
           .
        
         
         
           Thy
           
             startling
             words
          
           ,
           I
           cannot
           well
           indure
           ;
        
         
           Wherefore
           leave
           off
           ,
           and
           let
           me
           sleep
           secure
           .
        
         
           
             Oh
             wonderful
          
           !
           Is
           any
           yet
           so
           blind
           !
        
         
           And
           wofully
           besotted
           in
           their
           mind
           !
        
         
           To
           live
           within
           the
           Borders
           of
           this
           Nation
           ,
        
         
           And
           ask
           a
           Reason
           of
           a
           Lamentation
           ?
        
         
           Such
           men
           as
           these
           ,
           do
           make
           
             one
             Reason
          
           more
           ;
        
         
           And
           add
           another
           to
           the
           former
           store
           .
        
         
           But
           hark
           a
           little
           ,
           
             sleepy
             Soul
          
           ,
           I
           pray
           ,
        
         
           Be
           sure
           to
           mind
           what
           I
           have
           yet
           to
           say
           ;
        
         
           Rouse
           up
           thy self
           from
           sleep
           and
           search
           about
           ,
        
         
           And
           thou
           mayst
           quickly
           find
           the
           Reason
           out
           :
        
         
           Open
           thy
           eyes
           ,
           and
           thou
           mayst
           plainly
           see
           ,
        
         
           That
           Wrath
           and
           Ruine
           doth
           encompass
           thee
           .
        
         
           The
           
             Mighty
             God
          
           hath
           lately
           been
           at
           Work
           ,
        
         
           And
           hath
           amaz'd
           both
           
             Christian
             Jew
          
           ,
           and
           Turk
           :
        
         
           Yea
           ,
           
             all
             the
             World
          
           hath
           cause
           to
           be
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           To
           think
           upon
           the
           Ruines
           he
           hath
           made
           ;
        
         
           The
           found
           whereof
           ,
           hath
           gone
           both
           far
           and
           near
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             many
             thousands
          
           have
           been
           fill'd
           with
           fear
           ,
        
         
           To
           hear
           and
           see
           ,
           what
           
             woful
             Desolation
          
           ,
        
         
           The
           Lord
           hath
           lately
           made
           in
           this
           our
           Nation
           :
        
         
           We
           plainly
           see
           ,
           what
           Work
           the
           Lord
           can
           make
           ;
        
         
           Who
           in
           his
           Anger
           can
           whole
           Kingdoms
           shake
           :
        
         
           Nations
           confound
           ,
           and
           Cities
           overthrow
           :
        
         
           Alas
           ,
           poor
           England
           ,
           thou
           hast
           found
           it
           so
           .
        
         
           But
           oh
           my
           heart
           even
           bleeds
           to
           think
           and
           tell
           ,
        
         
           What
           unto
           Landon
           lately
           hath
           befel
           .
        
         
           London
           ,
           I
           say
           ,
           
             Englands
             once
             famous
             City
          
           ,
        
         
           The
           Lord
           hath
           strangely
           Ruin'd
           without
           pitty
           .
        
         
           Yea
           ,
           London
           ,
           lately
           famous
           for
           Renown
           ,
        
         
           The
           
             Righteous
             God
          
           hath
           thrown
           it
           
             headlong
             down
          
           .
        
         
         
           The
           
             stately
             Buildings
          
           of
           the
           same
           are
           burn'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           its
           Beauty
           into
           Ashes
           turn'd
           .
        
         
           Yea
           London
           once
           the
           glory
           of
           the
           World
           ,
        
         
           Is
           sadly
           now
           into
           
             confusion
             hurl'd
          
           .
        
         
           The
           large
           and
           famous
           Structures
           of
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           Are
           buried
           in
           a
           strange
           
             devouring
             flame
          
           .
        
         
           Let
           England
           mourn
           ,
           let
           
             all
             the
             World
          
           admire
           ,
        
         
           To
           think
           how
           London
           was
           destroy'd
           by
           Fire
           .
        
         
           Oh
           
             fearful
             flame
          
           ,
           how
           matchless
           was
           thy
           rage
           ,
        
         
           No
           less
           than
           London
           could
           thy
           fury
           swage
           ?
        
         
           How
           terrible
           was
           thy
           
           devouring
           ●ace
           ,
        
         
           To
           spoil
           
             great
             London
          
           quite
           in
           
             three
             dayes
          
           space
           ?
        
         
           No
           Tongue
           can
           tell
           ,
           no
           Pen
           can
           fully
           write
           ,
        
         
           How
           strangely
           thou
           didst
           thousands
           sore
           afright
           ,
        
         
           And
           drive
           them
           from
           their
           setled
           dwelling
           places
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             swallow
             up
          
           their
           Goods
           before
           their
           faces
           .
        
         
           How
           didst
           thou
           make
           
             all
             sorts
          
           of
           people
           fly
           !
        
         
           How
           strangely
           didst
           thou
           make
           them
           run
           and
           cry
           !
        
         
           How
           didst
           thou
           make
           them
           wring
           their
           hands
           ;
           &
           mourn
           ,
        
         
           To
           see
           their
           Houses
           ,
           and
           their
           
             Treasure
             burn
          
           !
        
         
           Yea
           sick
           and
           lame
           ,
           thou
           didst
           turn
           out
           of
           Door
           ;
        
         
           And
           many
           that
           were
           Rich
           ,
           thou
           mad'st
           them
           Poor
           :
        
         
           Thou
           mad'st
           the
           lofty-minded
           fear
           and
           quake
           ,
        
         
           To
           see
           what
           
             dreadful
             havock
          
           thou
           didst
           make
           ;
        
         
           Both
           great
           and
           small
           thou
           sorely
           didst
           perplex
           ,
        
         
           Without
           regard
           to
           
             Age
             ,
             Degree
          
           ,
           or
           Sex.
        
         
           And
           nothing
           could
           thy
           raging
           power
           shun
           ,
        
         
           Till
           thou
           hadst
           
             famous
             London
          
           quite
           undone
           ;
        
         
           The
           Mart
           of
           Natious
           ,
           and
           the
           
             Kingdoms
             Pride
          
           ,
        
         
           In
           Europe
           was
           not
           such
           a
           place
           beside
           .
        
         
           
             London's
             destroy'd
          
           ;
           Alas
           ,
           Who
           can
           deny
           it
           ?
        
         
           Oh
           that
           our
           hearts
           were
           made
           the
           better
           by
           it
           .
        
         
         
         
         
         
         
           Alas
           ,
           poor
           London
           ,
           is
           it
           thus
           indeed
        
         
           What
           heart
           so
           hard
           ,
           that
           will
           not
           melt
           and
           bleed
           ,
        
         
           To
           think
           upon
           thy
           sad
           and
           wretched
           state
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           the
           Lord
           hath
           plagued
           thee
           of
           late
           .
        
         
           Oh
           that
           THOU
           wouldst
           but
           think
           upon
           it
           so
           ,
        
         
           As
           to
           remove
           the
           cause
           of
           this
           thy
           WO.
        
         
           Let
           grief
           and
           sorrow
           se●●
           upon
           thy
           heart
           ;
        
         
           Let
           mirth
           and
           gladness
           from
           thy
           Soul
           depart
           ;
        
         
           Not
           altogether
           for
           thy
           dreadful
           fall
           ,
        
         
           But
           for
           thy
           sins
           ,
           which
           is
           the
           cause
           of
           all
           .
        
         
           Thy
           sins
           ,
           thy
           sins
           ,
           have
           made
           thy
           sufferings
           large
           ,
        
         
           Who
           can
           declare
           the
           greatness
           of
           thy
           Charge
           ?
        
         
           Oh
           that
           thou
           wouldst
           but
           once
           perswaded
           be
           ,
        
         
           To
           ruine
           that
           which
           hath
           so
           ruin'd
           thee
           .
        
         
           
             Break
             off
             thy
             sins
          
           ,
           or
           else
           be
           sure
           to
           know
           ,
        
         
           The
           
             Righteous
             God
          
           will
           never
           leave
           thee
           so
           ;
        
         
           But
           certainly
           will
           
             greater
             Vengeance
          
           take
           ,
        
         
           Unless
           thou
           timely
           dost
           thy
           sins
           forsake
           .
        
         
           If
           thou
           from
           judgements
           therefore
           wouldst
           be
           freed
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           must
           repent
           ,
           and
           turn
           to
           God
           with
           speed
           ,
        
         
           Or
           else
           thy
           sins
           will
           still
           increase
           thy
           sorrow
           ,
        
         
           Till
           thou
           art
           made
           like
           Sodom
           and
           Gomorrah
           .
        
         
           However
           thou
           mayst
           yet
           my
           counsel
           slight
           ,
        
         
           The
           time
           will
           come
           ,
           when
           thou
           shalt
           know
           t'
           is
           right
           .
        
         
           Thou
           hast
           had
           many
           Warnings
           fairly
           sent
           ,
        
         
           From
           God
           and
           Man
           ,
           thy
           ruine
           to
           prevent
           :
        
         
           Yea
           oftentimes
           thou
           hast
           been
           told
           in
           love
           ,
        
         
           That
           
             sin
             espoused
          
           vvould
           thy
           
             ruine
             prove
          
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           experience
           thou
           hast
           found
           it
           so
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           still
           in
           sin
           thou
           more
           and
           more
           dost
           grovv
           .
        
         
           Thou
           often
           hast
           been
           soberly
           advised
           ;
        
         
           From
           time
           to
           time
           thou
           hast
           been
           advertised
           ,
        
         
         
           By
           such
           as
           sought
           thy
           wellfare
           most
           of
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           thy
           ●●●
           did
           clearly
           see
           thy
           fall
           ;
        
         
           But
           thou
           from
           time
           to
           time
           didst
           take
           upon
           thee
           ,
        
         
           Most
           stubbornly
           to
           cast
           their
           Counsel
           from
           thee
           :
        
         
           Yea
           for
           their
           love
           ,
           thou
           hast
           abus'd
           them
           sore
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           their
           sakes
           thou
           hast
           even
           sin'd
           the
           more
           ;
        
         
           Instead
           of
           kindly
           seeking
           of
           their
           good
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           wickedly
           hast
           rather
           fought
           their
           blood
           :
        
         
           And
           none
           have
           been
           so
           cruelly
           rewarded
           ,
        
         
           As
           those
           which
           have
           thy
           wellfare
           most
           regarded
           ;
        
         
           Whilst
           those
           have
           kindly
           entertained
           bin
           ,
        
         
           That
           publickly
           have
           taught
           thee
           how
           to
           sin
           ;
        
         
           And
           still
           thy
           sins
           do
           more
           and
           more
           abound
           ,
        
         
           Though
           vengeance
           hath
           and
           doth
           besiege
           thee
           round
           .
        
         
           Almost
           in
           every
           Corner
           ,
           Street
           ,
           and
           Place
           ,
        
         
           Prophanness
           still
           appears
           with
           
             open
             face
          
           ,
        
         
           What
           shall
           I
           say
           ?
           Oh
           that
           I
           did
           but
           know
        
         
           How
           to
           prevent
           a
           
             further
             Overthrow
          
           ,
        
         
           How
           would
           I
           Beg
           ,
           and
           
             Crave
             ,
             Intreat
          
           ,
           and
           Pray
           ,
        
         
           If
           that
           would
           make
           thee
           cast
           thy
           sins
           away
           ;
        
         
           Because
           I
           know
           thou
           must
           more
           righteous
           be
           ,
        
         
           Before
           
             Gods
             anger
          
           will
           be
           turn'd
           from
           thee
           .
        
         
           Mark
           what
           I
           say
           ,
           Thou
           must
           of
           
             sin
             repent
          
           ,
        
         
           Or
           else
           in
           sorrow
           still
           thou
           must
           lament
           ;
        
         
           The
           
             Wrath
             of
             God
          
           will
           never
           let
           thee
           rest
           ,
        
         
           Until
           thou
           dost
           thy
           wickedness
           detest
           .
        
         
           Alas
           ,
           poor
           London
           ,
           I
           am
           pain'd
           at
           heart
           ,
        
         
           For
           thy
           
             past
             ,
             present
          
           ,
           and
           thy
           future
           smart
           .
        
         
           Yet
           once
           again
           ,
           O
           London
           ,
           I
           will
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           try
           how
           Counsel
           yet
           will
           work
           with
           thee
           .
        
         
           Consider
           ,
           God
           hath
           Anger
           yet
           in
           store
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           thy
           sins
           can
           plague
           thee
           
             seven
             times
             more
          
           .
        
         
         
           His
           Power
           none
           is
           able
           to
           withstand
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           hide
           themselves
           from
           his
           avenging
           Hand
           ;
        
         
           His
           strength
           is
           great
           :
           Who
           can
           declare
           the
           same
           ?
        
         
           The
           Lord
           ,
           the
           Lord
           Jehovah
           is
           his
           Name
           .
        
         
           Remember
           how
           the
           
             noisome
             Pestilence
          
        
         
           Did
           lately
           rage
           ,
           and
           hurry
           thousands
           hence
           ;
        
         
           And
           fill'd
           the
           Earth
           with
           such
           a
           slaughtered
           store
           ,
        
         
           The
           like
           was
           hardly
           ever
           known
           before
           .
        
         
           The
           
             bloody
             Sword
          
           hath
           also
           thousands
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Which
           in
           the
           Bowels
           of
           the
           Sea
           remain
           .
        
         
           And
           
             thou
             thereby
          
           hast
           sorely
           been
           opprest
           ;
        
         
           Within
           thy
           Borders
           none
           could
           live
           at
           rest
           .
        
         
           But
           
             most
             of
             all
          
           ,
           before
           thou
           dost
           remember
           ,
        
         
           The
           
             fatal
             stroke
          
           thou
           hadst
           but
           last
           September
           .
        
         
           Let
           all
           these
           
             strange
             Disasters
          
           greatly
           move
        
         
           Thee
           now
           to
           make
           thy
           peace
           with
           God
           above
           .
        
         
           Implore
           his
           Grace
           ,
           and
           for
           his
           Mercy
           cry
           ;
        
         
           Whom
           thou
           by
           sin
           hast
           made
           
             thy
             Enemy
          
           .
        
         
           Forsake
           thy
           sins
           ,
           and
           utterly
           abhor
           them
           .
        
         
           Humble
           thy self
           ,
           and
           crave
           his
           Pardon
           for
           them
           .
        
         
           The
           Lord
           may
           yet
           consider
           thy
           distress
           .
        
         
           If
           this
           be
           done
           in
           Truth
           and
           Faithfulness
           ;
        
         
           And
           thou
           mayst
           be
           a
           place
           of
           praise
           once
           more
           ,
        
         
           And
           flourish
           as
           thou
           hast
           done
           HERETOFORE
           .
        
         
           
             E.
             N.
             
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
         
      
    
     
  

