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A08944	A briefe dissection of Germaines affliction with warre, pestilence, and famine; and other deducable miseries, lachrimable to speak of; more lamentable to partake of. Sent as a (friendly) monitor to England, warning her to beware of, (generally) ingratitude, and security; as also (particularly) other greevous sinnes, the weight whereof Germany hath a long time felt, and at this present doth (and England may feare to) feele. Written from approv'd intelligence, by M. Parker.	M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?	1638 (1638)	STC 19222; ESTC S119361	8,102	25

time afford To let her cut it out like joynts to sell She took both hands and head which washing clean When they were boyl'd to eate them she did mean 43. The good man comming home his wife did mis And for her ' mongst his neighbors did demand Who could give no intelligence but this That such a Mayd was with her out of hand To her he trudges askes if she did kno What was become of 's wife she answer'd no. 44. But such things can't be hid murther will out A guilty looke betrayes a guilty heart He goes into the house and all about He pryeth narrowly in every part And in this Inquisition 't was his lot To spy one of the hands sticke out o' th pot 45. Then being no marvell in impetuous rage He threatens her who soone the fact confest Saying it was harsh hunger to asswage Made her doe that and more then told the rest And straight to Stiltzy by three Musketeers She was conveyed before th' imperiall Peers 46. While she before the Iudgement seat did stand To be arraign'd according to the Law The Sodden hand she held within her hand And that all other might be kept in aw Her head was cut off with a sword of steele Her body was fast bound unto a wheele 47. There for a spectacle still to remaine That all may shun murther that crying crime Although necessity did her constraine She tasting the affliction of the time Yet having dipp'd her hands in blood so often T was fit that death her flinty heart should soften 48. A woman in the village of Steinhause A girle of twelve yeares and a boy of five Did kill and eate for which inhumane cause Being found the Law did her of life deprive And at her execution she told plaine That she last yeare kild other children twaine 49. I' th Parish of Swegbruggen there a brother And sister did survive their Paren●s dead The sister dies he eates her and of 's mother Devours the thighes Oh horrible to reade A woefull spectacle to them who see 't Where starved people fall downe dead i th street 50. And of the dead the living make their meate Out of their bellies they the intrailes pull Hearts Livers Lungs o' th dead the living eate A story true woefull and wonderfull Snayles Frogs and Carrion dead sixe weeks before To this distresse what can be added more 51. A woman in the streetes that was found dead Betweene her teeth a humane rib did hold And hard by her lay roasted a mans head A wonderous tragicke tale t is to be told Children cry in the streetes and dare not goe Home fearing killing hunger rageth so 52. ●ome eating mad dogs have themselves runne mad And raging dy'd in Lamentable plight A ministers wife that six sweete children had ●aw them all starv'd to death in her owne sight So many wanting food to taste have tasted Of death that all th' Palatinates devasted 53. The Countries turn'd into a wildernesse For in three hundred Parishes O strange Not one is left alive such deepe distresse That Country feeles an admirable change T was once the Eden of all Christendome Yet now to utter ruine it is come 54. ●n the whole Dukedome of Swegbruggen are A live two hundred ninety two no more ●n all that spacious Province death did spare But these to mourne for them that went before A wonderous story t is alas too true Of milions left two hundred ninety two 55. So furiously this monster Famin raves That t is no marvell if they eate it fresh That people dig'd dead bodies out of graves And to sustaine their lives have eate the flesh This is a misery mystery't may be sed When by the dead the living must be fed 56. At Wormes and divers other places want Doth tyranniz so o're the common sort That in high wayes and streets they lye and pant What shifts they make t is wondrous to report In Saxony and also on the Rhine This Plague of Plagues doth many people pine 57. Horse flesh is common that I count good meat Taking the place and season as it haps But here they vermin Rats and Mice doe eate For which with diligence they set their traps Nay dogs and cats are at the market sold And glad is he that first of it layes hold 58. A Bushell of corne with difficulty brought Eighteene Rix dollers there will easly yeeld And glad are they by whom the same is bought T is food not money that is hungers shield It is in English coyne foure pounds twelve pence To save their Lives they will not spare expence 59. Our meaner sort in England are so nice Vnlesse by chance there be some dearth of corne I have observ'd it more then once or twice How in the markets they Rye meale will scorne And other things which I must overslip For feare some Scold should take me on the hip 60. But take heed England least when th' art full fed Thou doe forget thy God I doubt thou dost While thou hast foule and fish with fill of bread Thinke on poore Germany who once could bost Of plenty more then all the Christian world Yet see into what misery shee s hurld 61. T is now her case why may not thine be next Thy sins are equall if not more then hers And sith our Lord at every sinner's vext What is the reason that he thee prefers And her dejects be humble least thou feele What she hath felt thinke on Sapora's wheele 62. Heaven gently hath scourgd thee not long since With a small Plague to make thee feare a biger But Germany hath had such pestilence That it appeares the viols of his riger Are powr'd on her O miserable state Woe is me if thee I don't compassionate 63 In Switzerland the City Bassile there In Anno sixteene hundred thirty three Bury'd full twenty thousand in that yeare Of the swift pestilence which none can flee And in the next yeare following that in Trent Full thirty thousand the same journey went 64. And divers parts in Belgia are distrest With this contagion whose expansion wide Claimes Soveraignty though an unwelcome guest He 'l lodge with wives even by their husbands side Where ere he comes he either all doth take Or else division among friends he 'l make 65. This foule infection did so overspread All Germany that scarce a place was free Potentates from their usuall places fled Yet safe in any part they could not be Nimegen Guelders Emericke and the Hague Antwerp and Bruxels all have had this Plague 66. In Bavier so many people fell The living could not bury all the dead But Rats and Mice a misery t is to tell Familiarly upon the bodyes fed A lamentable spectacle to see Chiefly for they who tender hearted be 67. And unto such I dedicate my labours As in th'Epistle they may reade who please Who with compassion thinke upon their Neighbours And in their mindes doe seeke Gods wrath t' appease For Charity and Verity doth call Vpon us that we should doe good to all 68. ●f we doe not lament with them that mourne And weepe with them that sorrow i st not just That if 't as God forbid should be our turne To have our glory bury'd in the dust That others should not pitty our estate How can we love God and our brother hate FINIS The Epilogue or Postscript to the Reader THus tender hearted Reader have I set Before thine eyes what thou shouldst nere forget The misery which neighbour Nations feele Through war famine and pestilence the wheele Of Fortune's still in motion though we sit In peace and plenty yet i th midst of it T is fit we should on Iosephs troubles thinke Least of the cup of wrath we also drinke Let 's all consider t is th' Almighties hand That striketh others and doth spare our land And that his love not our desarts are cause Why from our Nation he the stroke withdrawes We are as wicked if not more then they On whom he doth his rod of anger lay And therefore though as yet we live in mirth Injoying all the blessings upon earth A Gracious King under whose Governement We live in peace and for our more content Are fortifi'd with Royall Off-spring which Our land with future blessings may inrich Yet if this peace and plenty which we have Doe make us proud forgetting him who gave Vs all these comforts which our neighbours want We well may feare least he his love transplant Into another people that will yeild A larger crop of thankes O let the field Of each ones heart receive the seede of grace And with true gratitude prevent his face Le ts hate our loved sins our vaine excesse Of Luciferian pride sloth drunkennesse Extortion avarice and luxury Let 's feede and cloath Christ in necessity I meane in 's little ones what 's done to them His owne words ratifie as done to him This is his will to do 't le ts all endever And he no doubt will give us peace for ever Amen FINIS

had their privy parts with powder fil'd And blowne up intoth ' ayre have dyed so Others by a more strange device were kil'd Hangd up on high a fire was made beloe Of stuffe combustible no flame but smoke And with this policy they many choake 18. Now Reader if tha 'st read or heard what 's told Of Dioclesian Neroe Phaleris Dost thinke they to these monsters might not hold The candle for invention Surely yes These outstrip them all and that can be nam'd Although the world for Tyrants them proclaim'd 19. For rape with Sacrilegious murder and Robbing and spoyling Churches and the like We from no ancient times can understand Such actions perpetrated that may strike Men unto terror and amazement both To reade of that which I to write am loath 20. Priests praying at the altars 't is truth Nuns ravished and with sore tortures kild ●itch Burgers daughters in their blooming youth Have so beene served nay when their blood was spil'd And life departed those who nought regard Have carnally abus'd them afterward 21. One villaine having ravished a Mayd Cut her alive in quarters with his sword While on his knees her aged Father prayd To save her life but got no other word To comfort him but this if thou wilt save her Pray to the Saints and try if they can save her 22. ●ome Mayds and Wives as sad experience tels ●o save themselves from sordid villany Have headlong leaped into Lakes and Wels ●mbracing death to save their honesty Though verity condems such desperate facts Woe be to them who cause such dismall acts 23. Women with childe nay women in childbed These miscreants insatiately have us'd Their husbands and their friends they 've tortured Praying with teares to have their wives excus'd O hatefull to be spoke as bad to heare What I could write manhood bids me forbeare 24. So much of that too much i ft pleas'd our Lord Is' t wonder if more plagues from this doe spring These mischiefes all were brought in by the sword Now what succeeds all this a worser thing Grim meager famine through decay of tillage Doth fiercely rage in City Towne and village 25. Learned Josephus in 's Iudaicke warres Treating of proud Ierusalem her siege Writes that by famine more then by the scars O' th Romane swords the draught of death did pledge That story hath from me extracted teares And so may this from any he that heares 26. If any difference be in my conceite It rests in this which after shall insue Weighing each circumstance this is more great And might dissolve the heart of any Iew A woman there I reade her childe did eate Two women here did of their babes make meate 27. One was a Widdow i' th Palatinate Who had a daughter some nine yeares of age A Lamentable story to relate Hunger so furiously ' mongst them did rage They at contention fell one with another Which should be kild the daughter or the mother 28. To render their sad talke would be prolix But thus in briefe the girle with famine pind Her gastly eyes did on her mother fix Mother said shee I would you 'd be i th mind To kill me that my misery might cease Or let me kill you you of paine t'release 29. The woman looking wishly on the child Sayes what wouldst doe with me if I were dead Quoth she I de eate you she with hunger wild Vpon a sudden caught the girle by 'th head Puld off her hairelace no long time she wrangles But with the same her daughter deere shee strangles 30. Wanting a knife O note what shift she made Famine in her maternall love exild She cut the flesh in gobets with a spade Then dressing th' head and some part of the child She fild her belly and what did abound Her neighbours bought for porke foure sti●ers the pound 31. Now what became of her when th'childe was mist How she imprison'd was arraign'd and freed There 's no necessity to manifist And to my selfe I have proposed speede Therefore I le end this tragicall discourse And tell another tale as bad or worse 32. At Hornebash a woman had a childe Of which she had lyen inne not long before Hunger that wilde things tames makes tame things wilde Opprest this woman and her babe so sore That shee foode lacking milke it needs must want And both for nutriment did feebly pant 33. The woman seeing in what deepe distresse Her tender Infant was through want of food And famine did her body so oppresse That what to doe she in amazement stood Motherly pitty for the babe did plead Necessity cries out it must be dead 34. Necessity prevailes she takes a knife My heart doth tremble while I write of it Wherewith she rest the Innocent of life And of the flesh made many a savory bit O famine there 's no plague compares with thee Thou art by ods the worst of all the three 35. This being knowne she was to 'th Magistrates Brought and examined about her deede To whom in decent order she relates The motive 't was she wanting foode to feede Her selfe and it to rid it out of paine She murtherd it her owne life to sustaine 36. Quoth she 't was my owne fruite and in that plight Ready to perish both my selfe and it I thought to use it I had the most right Yet Law for all this would not her aquit She was condemn'd to dye for examples sake Least others to do the like should undertake 37. This wofull story which succeeds in place Is full as Lamentable as wonderfull Three Mayds that equall friendship did embrace Together dwelt this famine did so pull That mauger former love which had beene showne They sought each others lives to save their owne 38. This to effect two of them did conspire To kill and eate the third O pittious case And quickly they accomplisht their desire Fierce hunger swiftly followed the chase Betweene these two the third in bed they kild And with her flesh their empty bellies fild 39. When this was done and past note the event Hearts once obdur'd and hands inur'd to ill Once flesh'd in mischiefe soone the minds assent Is wonne to any thing be 't what it will So hapn'd it with these two the third was slaine Want wrought conspiracy betweene those twaine 40. One strangled the other in her bed Thus mischiefe multipli'd no love no feare And as they serv'd the first cut off her head This she alone perform'd to her compeere And having eaten't she proceeded further Her heart was hard she made no bones of murther 41. She goes one day unto a village neare A friend to visit as she did pretend Whose husband was from home she lov'd her deare And bad her welcome like a loving friend But in the night lying with her in bed This murtherous mayd cut off the womans head 42. And binding the dead body on a board Brought it toth ' place where she did dwell Fierce famine would not so much