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Upon the present plagve at London and His Maiesties leaving the city
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1665
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Wing U117; ESTC R27035
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Upon the Present PLAGVE AT LONDON AND His Maiesties Leaving The CITY NOw quick as Lightning had our Thund'rers hand Punish'd a faithless and ungrateful Land His every Cannon with a stronger Chain Doing what Xerxes did attempt in vain Now did the doubtful god of Seas lay down And yield his Trident to a Triple Crown When lo the greedy Earth as if 't had ta'en Too bad Example from the Feasted main Exhales light Vapours and with studious care Dispatches nimble deaths through th' neigb'oring Aire And straight these Cooks dress by the active heat Of a quick flame the Gormandizers meat This flame soon cools our Triumph soon destroyes And dries our Ocean of swift ebbing joyes Joyes as Incostant and as quickly gon As the unsetled Waves th' were rais'd upon Sure 't was kind Providence that wisely spy'd The bad effect of o're succesful Pride And knew ours was no less then if we meant T' enslave those Waters now 'bove th' Firmament 'T was Providence that saw we had forgot Heavens wonderful assistance and like Lot In floods of Drink from flaming Deluge free Of past deliverance drown'd all memorie And therefore into Pyres our Bonefires turn And every Sack-bowl straight becomes an Urn Justice and Mercy joyntly this Plague sent Past sins to punish future to prevent I 'm no Aruspex nor can I reveal That 't is the fervour of Fanatick Zeal Thus Inflames heaven I 'll not condemn the light Of wretched Quakers to Eternal night Yet may without a Rapture make this good That 't is the distain'd Purple calls for blood That 't is the darkned lustre of a Crown Now draws from Heaven so black an Influence down And the three Daughters of Night thus combine To vindicate and cleer its Eclips'd shine This makes th' Inlightned imitate their flame And trembling merit their Usurped Name This makes all Sects turn Quakers though too late Ev'n they 're Conformists to the common fate Blame not mad Schismaticks with fiery rage The cool Devotion of our frozen age But while you feel this Tyranny of Death Think to what Slavery you sold your breath Think this disorder only does repeat The Anarchy of your confounded State And when you view the blewness of your skins Then curse Scotch bonnets and your Pious sins Sins so Importunate that their lowd cries Drag Hell to Earth and fright the wond'ring skies Make Judgement antedate the latest breath And punish with just flames on this side death Yet every Dives that did once command The store and plenty of our fruitful Land And wore Kings Purple from this Hell retires Laza'rus alone 's tormented in these fires But sure these torments are not his alone His obscure miseries o'recast the Throne Each Evil is the Kings in a sick state Nor is His different from his Subjects fate But what Death formerly disease now brings The Beggars state Co-equal to the Kings And though his Sacred Majesty now flies And does at distance choose to Sympathize His Subjects griefs 't is cause he would not have A narrow Tomb become great Brittains grave He knew the Death that shall his Person slay Slaughters three Kingdoms in Epitome Yet every bloody Tuesday does him kill And w'have a dead King in each weekly Bill Who shews the Valour of his Princely breath Under the rigours of a lingring death For where an end to growing woes Death gives He 's most Couragious there that boldly lives Nor is it fear but prudence now to flie When valiantly to Conquer is to die The Parthian King that so retir'dly dwells And turns his stately Pallaces to Cells Had here his recluse Majesty resign'd Nor thought it liberty to be confin'd The Parthian here would to his old sleight fly And by Retreat best foyl this Enemy This does our King and is once more content To suffer ' midst his Subjects Banishment For a more near Resentment I dare say Now seiz'd His mighty Soul then on that day That fatal day when obscur'd Majesty Sorrow less clouded then a shady Tree He from His Realm now does himself absent Since London's England in a smaller Print And truly too for if the narrow space Of this one City keeps what e're 's the Grace And Power of England and we justly stile London the Strength and Treasure of our Isle The Spanish Error well may pardon'd be England in London's true Geography TO THE KING Upon His Intending for OXFORD BUt by your Presence Mighty Sir since You Intend to Honour and secure Us too And here seek Life and Safety whence some just and happy Pen must Eternize Your dust Amidst the trouble World we must confess Great Brittain's Misery's Our Great Happiness Blest by the Influence of every Gem That sparkles in your Starry Diadem While others blame Malignant Heaven we 'll say To Us the Planets wander the right way Since 't is the Muses God that poures forth streams Of killing Deaths mixt with his quickning Beams This City Mighty Sir he 'll guard with care Which Love and Interest command him spare Or if he should not when you come his Bow He 'll quit at the least bending of Your Brow But We shall bless the Plague's kind slame that is More beneficial to our Muse then his And while Your Majesty Great Sir shines here None shall a second Plague of Athens fear The Tyrant fiend that chief Command does bear And swayes the Scepter of Infected Air Shall find the utmost of his power too weak Into the Circle of Your Crown to break While to You Sir our Laurels shade shall be We hope as Friendly as the Royal Tree And like that Tree which a thick swarm of Ants Converted once into Inhabitants And with stout Myrmidons Aegina fill'd Whose Natives a quick Plague had lately kill'd Our Laurel shall proving the Fable true Re-People England in Preserving You. FINIS