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A07556 Londons miserie, the countryes crueltie with Gods mercie. Explained by remarkeable obseruations of each of them, during this last visitation. VVritten by Richard Milton. Milton, Richard. 1625 (1625) STC 17939; ESTC S112778 18,491 41

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Londons Miserie THE Countryes Crueltie WITH GODS MERCIE Explained by remarkeable obseruations of each of them during this last Visitation VVritten by Richard Milton LONDON Printed by Nicholas Okes. 1625. To his deere and louing Vnkle Maister Richard Gough of the Citty of Hereford Gentleman GOOD SIR HAuing composed these few lines ensuing by way of obseruation of this present Visitation being an Eye-witnesse thereof Doe humbly present the same to your view If there be ought shall giue you content I haue my desire Accept my poore Labors I pray you So shall I not onely thinke it and time well spent but shall further be encouraged to imploy the same hereafter as occasion shall be offered So with my prayers to the Almighty for the health and prosperitie of you and yours I remaine till death Your Louing Kinseman Richard Milton Londons Miserie The Countreys Cruelty with Gods Mercy NO farre fetcht Story brought from Forraigne land Or such like matters doe I take in hand No loue sicke Sonnet or sweete roundelayes No Epigrams or such like pleasing toyes Nor doe I write the deedes of Martiall men That haue bin done the place time where and when This I referre vnto some other men To paint and set forth with their fluent pen Whilst I with sighing doe most sadly sing The fearefull iudgements of the Heauenly King That in his wrath by his most heauy hand Puts to amazement this most sinnefull Land A taske too hard for me whose slender skill Is farre vnfit although Gods knowes my will Be very good for matter it befits The industrious penning of more curious wits My wit is meane God knowes I vnderstand But little and for mee to take in hand This worthy worke I might presume too much To meddle with for answere vnto such Shall so oppose me this poore simple skill I here haue showne is meant by me no ill In any kind but onely for to shewe The good affection I o● duty owe Vnto this City where I haue my being Whose great calamities I daily seeing Makes me breake forth and with a grieued soule Her miserable state for to condole Amongst the rest should I not be vnkinde As not to shew griefe where such cause I finde In th'ighest manner to a place I loue so As none in earth more dearer surely no But in this Action wil be so farre bold Not fearing what I write shal be controld ANd first to thee Lord doe I humbly bow For pardon for our sinnes whose angry brow Still Frownes as if no mercy thou wilt haue Vpon this City but will send to Graue All the inhabitants within a little space Oh be not angry still affoord vs grace For to repent and stay thine angry hand For who thy powerfull iudgements can withstand Lord we haue sinned and haue done amisse Wherefore thine anger fiercely kindled is Vpon this City vengeance thou hast powr'd And we like sheepe to slaughter are deuour'd Our sinnes forgiue behold our watrie eyes Our grieuous grones our lamentable cryes Long haue we fighed but thou hast not heard Oft haue we prayed but thou hast not spar'd As if euen with our prayers thou wer't offended As if thy iudgements neuer would be ended Faintnesse possesseth all our vitall parts Our courage failes vs daunted are our hearts In this extremity whether shall we flye But vnto thee oh God prostrate we lye Before thy Throne of grace and with bleeding wound And sobbing sighes our miseries we sound Do we not know Lord thou didst fend thy Sonne To paie a ransome for our deedes mis-done Euen from the Heauens where thou sies aboue So deare the life of sinners thou didst loue And when by our transgression mankind all Were subiect to thy wrath fast bound and thrall And we beleeue Lord helpe our vnbeleefe For of the same thou art our stay and chiefe Prop and vpholder we beleeue I say For on so sure a ground safe build we may VVhat thou hast promisde in thy sacred Word VVhat thou hast vowed oh most gracious Lord That thou the death of sinners not desirest But rather life to them for thou requirest That of their sinnefull liues they would amend And so gaine mercie where they did offend VVith patience therefore we attend thy will Not doubting but thy words thou wilt fulfill T Is not vnknowne to many a Forraine Nation The beautie of London and the scituation The strength the wealth and multitude of men It did containe at such good time as when God was at peace with vs the Famous Sparkes Of sweete inuention and the learned Clarkes VVorthy Diuines and Phisitions store Attournes Counsellors and pen-men more I thinke then need is there the reuerend Iudges Gaue many a sentence at which ill men grudges For there the Courts of justice haue bin kept Where many a Client hath full sorely wept The cause is knowne to God what shall I say That to this City in some sort I may Express good will there 't was the liberall Arts Did chieflie flourish men of excellent parts Did there abide as being the very Spring That to their Studies sweete refresh did bring There liu'd our King also his noble Peeres To whom the Lord grant life and many yeares Of happinesse on earth fame and renowne And in the end an euerlasting Crowne Of glorie there his Subiects at commaund In multitude were like vnto the sand That on the Sea shore Sea men vse to see VVhen waues are past and waters calmed be The seuerall sorts of Trades-men and of Arts The seuerall merchandize from Forraine parts The multitude of rich and wealthy men I am not able to expresse with pen And though for foure yeares past it so fell out That many Trades-men here were in great doubt They should haue bin vndone for trading fail'd And so long time their hearts were cold and quaild Yet the late marriage of our Royall King VVe thought a setling to this Realme would bring In such a wise that now our feare was past And well was he that did hold out till last That all men so with doings should abound That worke-men for our worke would nere be found Oh God how of our hopes we are deceiued And of our long expected ioyes bereaued How thou our foolish wisdome sets at nought And euen our selues vnto destruction brought Vaine is the helpe of man also are vayne The imagination of a mortall braine Oh London London thou didst feele the Rod But neuer rightly lookt vp to thy God That strook thee with it when thou feltst the smart Euen at the first then with a grieued heart Thou of thy grieuous sinnes shouldst haue repented And so Gods angry Iudgements haue preuented This was neglected and O most vnkinde Gods former benefits imprint in minde Thou didsts not doe for assuredly Before thy wickednesse to him did cry For heauie vengeance he was wondrous kinde To thee and thou didst many fauours finde From him we are apt to forget God wot Or if we doe remember we beare not