their Lord have mercy's bleâ—t He may get Parish-Priest to do the rest Physicians so into Divins will run And then exhale as Spirits in the Sun They'd reprehended be to go away Like those who would not heal on Sabbath day Withdraw from the disease their helpful skill When it hath got the greatest force to kill Claim so great same of us and when they come To merit leave their titles in their room Like distant spreading trees some sinking wretch Reaching out to does onely shadow catch But none can be dishonour'd sham'd or shent For wanting his full power they represent They never were intended such renown To have with Doctors style great Natures crown They 're still but Mortals who our crazy harms Are not to help by miracles or charms Their absence intimates they do endure â—ardship with detriment for Patients cure And for the good of Nature are design'd To help her work * Hipp. sect 1. â—pho 21. that way she 's most inclin'd Their Patients their co-partners they make The prescripts they give them themselves they take What though the air comon as water be Iordan could serve to cure the Leprosie Those that have care of souls have bodies And these must be provided for you know Therefore that honest neighbor do'nt esteem One next himself the farther off from him They tell him what no Heathen is so strict Learned or wise to have wit to contradict That vertuous man can ne're offend or sin Who makes his Charity at home begin So having pleasur'd those that would complain As with thick cloak against a showre of rain That blessing want not which the sick require Make us as happy as we can desire E're they depart bid us adieu and thus Leave God the best Physician with us They leave us and we well do know the matter That shepherds when the sheep are smitten scatter Who t' Aaron now or Moses make address As of old seek them in the Wilderness Whâ—re no more Grove-Idolatry we 'l fear Since Levites who Gods judgements dread are there We wonder not they leave us thus alone That Prophets fail us since the Law is gone We would reprove them well to leave us here Like Priest and Levite vâ—lned passenger If they should people â—each could not abide Iâ— town or life to have the â—ext apply'd If where they cannot save they shâ—uld employ Their breaâ—h and lucubrations to destroy If they with fear should have so little grace To think themselvs less sinners for their place Were not the bodies of the Saints as dear In life as are their Reliques any where Did Pastor not for Sheep in such mishaps To shew them way of safety break the gaps And was that Patriark conquer'd God so brave T' orecome Death and not halt into his grave The Law dispersed sundry wayes invites As did the Infant Gospel Proselytes Each Inns of Court shut fast up seems to you Mysterious as Synagogue of Iew. Conveighancer is at Surveighers hand As both in field design'd to measure land If any quarrels betwixt neigbours breed Lawyer no more then Conjurer he 'l need For in a short time he may lay his life One or both parties die so end the strife We'd blame these Doâ—s to leave us in a State O're-power'd by th' uncivil laws of Fate To back the bench and bar relax and thaw This bitter biting weather from the Law Many would shrewdly chide them for their pains Condition'd they'd but left them so much brains Who serv'd the Tabernacle did not fail They say to keep it with vail over vail The Court disbands as if the rule of state Were like some long worn fashion out of date Each Officer like a Diagoras Studies the difference 'twixt place and place How he with safety farthest may recule From those relate the nearest to his rule They fly as if our judgement were the same With Sodom and Gomorrah's sulphure flame These fain we'd blame I know not why unless We thought our Plague on them would make it less As if by our ill husbandry w' had found That their deep channels well might drain our ground Like such would all things with one measure meet Stand on our head or have our hands our â—eet When finding we 're exceeding ill we wo'd Finde fault with those could never do us good After we have rebell'd we angry are That in our punishment they take no share When for our stubborness we 're scourged thus We'd cry Our Rulers wo'nt be rul'd by us But we see Nature kindely takes our part To keep untainted liver brain and heart When Haracans blow us away heaven sâ—rowds The heads of lofty mountains in the clouds We see in gloomy rempests each fair light Adorns those Orbs above withdraws from sight And when to Earth Heavens Parliament did vote Plague-grave of rain the Ark did safely float Bacchus Ceres worthies such who shine By th' agile jovial raies of Ale and Wine Haunt Tipling-booths serve as many think To talk up vap'ring spirits in the drink Or as most modern authors phrase it stand To gage the Liquor-casks with sword in hand Till in their file they fall as not being fickle Till in their foyl they fall as not being fickle To quit their service though they sleep in pickle Of these whom one listing affirm'd it truly They were as numerous as Flies in Iuly Some few are left but most are gone we see To teach rurigine Bumkins Cocks can neigh He 's but a Craven-cock who cannot brave Unless he may his own known Dunghil have So great a tempest beating on our Shore No wonder if the fields and meadows roar What place can you suppose fitter to yield Such fruit as Wildings be then hedge or field Transplant them or if you do them inest Much sweetness they acquire and prove the best None can couragious spirit qualifie Better then with the Countrey honesty Augâ—as Stable still had been unclean Had Hercules ne're from his City been These should be blam'd for now when Night is drest They â—ail to tell the spangles in her vest Leave us the sad reversion of their wars And in their stead to combat with the stars They should be blam'd for being now so scar'd As to leave City without welt or guard Did not their flight their ramage prowess meet Friendly and by their care prove it discreet Show by their retrospection that they 've sense Of after world as men of Conscience And to our charity commend their fear As such have not courage enough to hear They 'd be in fault if with their souls they do Trust God and do not with their bodies too Did not they signifie each of them strives For future justice to preserve their lives The Trâ—des are in their Hieroglyphicks now Their Shops Halls Signs lest onely for a show Their progress they are gone to sundry parts T' instruct rude countrey towns and sowe their arts They swarm in great ones and are fixed there As if our
Επιλοιμια επε OR THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence A POEM In three Parts Describing The deplorable Condition of the City of London under its merciless dominion 1665. What the PLAGVE is together with the Causes of it As also The Prognosticks and most Effectual Means of Safety both Preservative and Curative By William Austin of Grayes-Inne Esq London Printed for Nath. Brooke at the Angel in Cornhill 1666. The Printer to the Reader I Have no suspition or thought at all that after a considerate and thorough perusal of this little Book you will repent of your pains or remain unsatisfied and therefore forbear to court your approbation All I have to say might well have been put in the Title were it not for giving it an unfashionable length I shall onely tell you that this Poem was written at the earnest request of some very worthy persons into the Countrey at that time of the Sickness when the Mortality in London was so great that waving what was generally believed that they not to scare the City from its self were afraid to own and publish half the number of the dead according to the account of the usual Bills there dyed seven or eight thousand a Week with some hundreds over and above An Affliction never to be forgotten and a Subject worthy to be dedicated to eternall Posterity Errata Those most material that the Reader before perusal is desired to correct are these PAge 8 l. 19 for stool-ball read stoball p. 14 l. 16. ◠〈◊〉 good r. make us good p 27 l. 10 f jâ—â—k â— sack p. 40 l. 6 put †for * l. 19 for †put * l 22. â—or â— pu◠†p. 45. l. 10 f. all â— call p. 55 l. 1. for ason â— cauâ—â—â— Those less considerable are these Pagâ— 3. 〈◊〉 24 foâ— musicke hill read musicke bill p 4. 〈…〉 dâ—es then r. dies then p 8 l 3 for warâ—â—â—â—â— â— waâ—fare p. 10. l. 17 â—or smâ—ling r. â—impâ—ing p 11 l. 26 for comon r. common p. 12. l 6 â—oâ— to have r â— hâ—ve p 18. l 5. for were r. are l. 18. for crumb â— â—rummâ— p 32 l. 17 after armes put a comma Adde his siqua sint similia THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence In the Year of our Lord 1665. Part 1. DRawing a Map of this sad place my quill Seems in the frightful hand that writes a Will We can't abscond or shew our Tyrant-fears But in black robe of mourning characters If you agrade such fitly then the while You 'l with your tears to grace them mix a smile And no less justly look they should be made To have like day or emblem light and shade Others to whom the thoughts of Death seem dull Like bits cram'd down the throat when belly 's full May know they spirit or clear eye-sight lack Or eyes have none who cannot look on black And he who now dares not be chearful hath Great scruple doubtless but small heart or faith Then whilest I write Lifes hasty post grim Death Hold not my pen nor come to stop my breath One fully resolute no where to ramble Now life so doubtful is needs no preamble Fancy But stay lest this offence may give We should ask leave to write as well as live Some Politicians silence charge when grief Backt with our healths chief foes hath plaid the thief From Physick prove their rule that those fare best Who very sick lie still and speak the least Wisely sure treat on rost meat when they finde Butcher and Cook have blandished their minde If faring ill differs from well their skill Judging of other flesh will thwart their will That Royal Sir who had for happy lot Gods heart and King of politicks begot When his great breast within was orb of fire The breath his silence kept in flam'd it (a) Psal. 3â— 2 higher And he who by afflictions did commence The Oracle of â—acite patience Saw his contrasted victory o're death Lay in the vocal vertue of his breath His tyrannous malignant dolours gave No other choice to him but speech or (b) Job 13 19. grave When nothing else will do complaint prevails While pain with vapor from the mouth exhales (c) John 1.9 Confession oft saves life when we endure The smartest sores our crying turns the cure Deep (d) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 occultarc morbumâ— fuâ—â—slum wound to hide and lock up closely will Such safety be as to preserve it still In dang'rous sickness then to hold ones peace Is like mute sleep to nourish the disease Your * Sâ—â—â— of fancy septum lucidum a while yet keep Lockt to our woe do'nt grudge us time to weep Who think our setting sun most fitly seems So painted as to cast his longest beams That Plague with Cause and Cure most modey goes When in a large grave cloak of mourning prose Such on the subject will refuse to hear Metre Apollo twitches by the ear He who with smiling chear on musicks hill Playes to the sick his therapeutick Skill Invigors flaccid body drooping soul With his illustrious rayes and chants them whole He licence gives who Poët and Musician The pleasant is all-curing God Physician 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Inventum medicina suum est opisexque per orbem Dicitur herbarum subjecta potentia vati Ex illo didicerunt funera primum Differre gelidae vitare pericula mortis Fancy when blub-cheek't Boreas does strain To make a dreadful tempest on the Main When the Sea Arms in mutiny require Oceans to quench their element of fire Waters on waters horridly are laid As first they lay before the World was made Pretending ne're to be suffic'd with men They gape as if they 'd gorge the world agen Their gulfey mouths rocks open and provoke Opposing Rocks with deaâ—'ning noise and smoke Wave murthers wave then suddenly does burâ— With briny thirst to be its neighbours urne This drinks that 's blood dies then anew does rowlâ— As if it had imbib'd the others soul. Iupiter Neptune Mercury together Joyn as of old to wander God â—nows whither Neptune with all his forces does arise To take Auxiliaries from the Skies The bottom of the Sea confusely thrown Upward contemns the mountains in the Moon Deep answers deep the waters there and here Above and under heaven compose one sphere When rabid winds like Furies wak't from sleep Design the ruine of poor floating ship O're Hell the billows boiling how the wrack Inebriates the mates with toil and tack Some torn from mast a while with sails proud top They flye and then like Icarus they drop Others reel from the bark on either hand And sink where faithless Peter could not stand Here one with fear freely resigns his breath Another there tir'd out is forc't to death Ralph hastily following Clem's call and beck Justles 'gainst Sam and thumps him over deck Like the known sport on Venice bridge or boat A * Two Fâ—ctions in Venice that at a set time in
sad foul weather made their fair The onely thriving trade that one can tell here Lives by the dead as Hangman Coffin-seller You judging of this mystery must know That sturdy Smith who lives by thump and blow Shoemaker Chandler Glover Baker Grocer And she makes shirts lives by Yes and No Sir All these with almost eve'ry money-taker Are summ'd and tomb'd up in a Coffin-maker As each Disease when the Plague rages is Turn'd to the Plague so all trades turn to this At ev'ry door stand marshall'd in array Biers as greenboughs are planted there in May. Trades would be blam'd for going out of town They take our Cities glorious Standard down That Standard Fame for news shews forreign Kings Each new day and relyes upon for wings Enchants Erinnyes Snakes with rage to greet Each other till their Cadmus teeth do meet Can e're they Londons interest repay Though they should work on ev'ry Holy-day Do they want tools or make they tail of bricks That to the woods they go to pick up sticks Do they now for the want of Prentises To Countrey go to be supply'd with these To their new streets inhabitants to win Fly they as Coy-ducks to bring others in As tir'd and heartless must they take their ease And like poor land lie fallow to encrease Or should the grass in ev'ry street be seen Florid and verdent as in Bedlam-green With vacive houses do they lay a wile For wandring Iews usurp them may the while Or sayes some Prophet that great Turkish racâ— They may beget by changing of their place No no who 'l neither pitty nor excuse Others great loss deserves himself to lose You 'd scarce count such an Artisan discreet Knows how to use his hands and not his feet When ev'ry one into the Countrey flyes Trades here are wheels without their axel-treeâ— Th' imbellick and meticulous they were By th' ancient laws exempted from the war It is not alwayes fear makes men retire Nor alwayes cold that drives them to the fire Muff upon glove and gate with door to house Speak pleasure mode convenience grace and use Who hath good words will spare some to his neigbour And bless as well those rest as those that labour Who by hâ—s birth and calling too is free Hath double right to lawful liberty Well bak't bread hath good crust as well as crumb And he writes best that hath his elbow rome They get by their departure no disgrace The place did not make them they made thâ— placâ— Men honour have not places unless those Where we bare head or pull off hose and shoes His place must out of measure him bewitch Makes altar that does daily kiss his breech When any at deaths point their dear lives crave What power ha's that idol then to save City should such preserve who give it fame Which from those 't would destroy it cannoâ— claim If they be rich long service ushers gain That bows low to their hand and thanks their brain If they have honour 't is not their renown More then their labours crops vertues crown When calm bright day with beauty to express The most resplendent robe in glory's dress Varying her look and tire with lightning thunder Hail wind clouds changes admirers wonder What fault have those whose luckless dwellings lie For quarter to such plundring enemy Yet all for sake not home but thousands stay Who ne're go out of Parish bounds to pray Haply as who 'd not wish when plague is o're May most be blest to multiply a score London's not in Cimmerian darkness then But robb'd of light to be return'd agen It s richly furnisht buildings seem to th' eye Like ships that in safe port at anchor lie Principle ' bides secure from all abuse Onely a while it wants a little use Who with malignant sickness is at strife Ha's hardest task can be in humane life None learns to tutour Fate nor can be said Lord of his life with master of his trade Who needs will cavil when the sea a pace Poâ—ts o're the bank he sits should keep hâ—s place Or when he sees some fire-drake does assail His face neither hide that nor turn his tail Abroad we see huge Pindus's of men spight As if the deluge were to fall agen While prais'd be God he from Fates rage and Tenderly keeps unquencht our Israels light We 're lâ—ke that people when the vulgar throng Took the dimâ—nsions of * Deut. 12 8. right and wrong We'd clamor at those mounts but that we know The vales would loudly eccho bacâ— our woe And e're we can with words our envious pride Advance our stolid vanity deride They should be blam'd did not our reasons seem To call them back in a sophistick dream Can aught within arts verge be found or made To whâ—t our wit or judgement to perswade We should be blam'd and we our selves should blame Did not confession aggravate our shame And make our own insimulating breath Sub'tly ally us to a double death 'T is not our stay but our disorder'd pranks Betray our lives like troups have broke their ranks Such are our frantick fits they cry to have For whip and scourge no Bedlam but the grave We who remain seeing each attinent Deaf to our kindest words remove his tent Friends were as dear as flesh can be to bone Or heart to bosome leave us all alone That when we have the greatest need to use Their friendship then the love-knot should unloose In bitter windes when 't hails and rains and snows Then to be rob'd and stript of all our clothes That men and money temper'd are alike As cold to help as hard to move or strike That we should find our richest heaps so scant That they but serve to minde us of our want As one to Westminster some stranger brings To view the wealthy Sepulcher of Kings The beauteous bulk countenance of wealâ—h Personless and without the soul of health That our bags when most heavy should be found Onely of weight to weigh our hearts to ground Since th' eye assures us now we must not think 'T will look on us unless in paint or ink And th' ear no other words from us will hear But such as may be currant with its fear Takes from our mouths onely such gales as may Carry its rocking vessel forth our bay T' expect succour from son as well one mâ—ght Dayes sun expect at deadest time of nâ—ght Who seeks one for his blessing as his son For blessing comes to Church when Church is done No mothers tender hand nor pitteous smile Over her own dear bowels while they broil No wife to comfort With the body heart First dies as senselesâ— then head dies apart Sister brother husband not more disclaim Their kindred then the hearing of their name In their assistance all no better are Then th' empty eccho answers from afar In neighâ—ours house we think to give our mone That â—ase and scope it findes not it our own
Would of the world but take leave e're they go So up and down among the rest they crowd Now in then out as sun that 's under cloud To earth perswade us with touch sigh and groan As if 't were mortal sin to die alone Swarming like beeâ— on ev'ry hâ—rb they fall Not to get honey but disperse their gall Estâ—em it light where ever they resort If they revive Ioab and Abners sport As in a dance where many go the round One falling pulls down others to the ground Coaâ—hes and Carts our plague in health we are Free from as if the stones they must not wear And these as clean from use are kept as though Ev'ry dâ—y were to be the Lord Majorâ—â—how The coaches left scare us to see them come In mourning towards us like gaping tomb So sorrowful a spectacle to one They seem as body when the soul is gone They look as if they penitently mourn'd Because they had their mâ—sters overturn'd For sake of business pastime friend or wife Carried him quite beyond the stage of life As if not ghost as is the common talk But when a man is dead his house must walk So sadly do they look and mope about As if pleasure were turn'd the inside out Those open shops sell any ware or stuff In Cheapsiâ—e now do make it dear enougâ— They 're very few and that there may be madâ— Good bargain you 'l scarce find two of a tradâ— Most nail'd and lockt up are and seem to you Like picture buildings can't be lookt into Presents seal'd up and ready to be sent Where e're their Landlords are to take thâ—â—â— renâ— One gazing on them easily bâ—lieves Whose e're they be they 're very fit for thievâ—â— Stranger might think all the week long we keeâ— Some solemn feast as Holy-day of sleep That all the day we loâ—kt up night and lackt Nothing to know 't was noon but to be wakeâ— Did Cesar now enter our City gate His prize would make him think h' had fouâ—â— a cheâ—â— Doubtlesâ— he 'd loose it all and in derision Go out agen for want of opposition Our Câ—sh-bank's dry so little is there in 't That parts abrâ—â—d bring money to our mint Our treasury and glutted souls delight Devour'd such wealth now craves the Widows mite As if like * Gen. 42 35. corn sacks of the fathers so we Had fast when dead in our mouthâ— all our money As if t' appease the manes wiâ—h the dead All his whole substance too were buried Or for the last abuse of worldly store As if the rich did die to starve the poor So â—ast we die so poor live that what 's sent To feed us on our burials is spent Our gaudy robes can make no better bragâ— Then from each shire to be supply'd with rags Nature 's inverted For this place the heart Should feed is fed by ev'ry other part Unless you 'l say the waters from the Main To rivers run do but refund again But so our Ocean does the rivers need That most of us seem of truâ— beggars breed Strangers for alms we thankfully do greet Abroad and here beg of the next we meet Beggar hunts benefactor yet no worse He 'd handle him then meerly take hâ—s purse I have been sick these thirteen dayes sayes one And now like bird from nest am newly flown Good Sir another cries have pitty on me For I God wot have five plague-sores upoâ— me Thus benefactor fear'd dares make no stay So Charity with Iustice flyes away Two dayes and nights fires in our streeâ— did burâ— To light th' infectious spirits to their urn Three dayes by order they should have beeâ— therâ— But to be out of pain of life and fear Like niggards who to their last end arrive We would not be at so much charge to live The fires were after president of such Old grandsires knew what fire was by thâ— toucâ— But the Plague being in our flagitious lives And as the creature that in fire survives God with our sacrifice would not be pleas'd The physiâ—k e're should touch the part diseas'â— By night and day the dead walk evâ—â—â— wherâ— As if thâ— day of doom drew very near DiÌ„s shows us his black princes in the dead Being more tall then others by the hâ—â—d As they are softly carried on their way Death seems to make triumphant â—oly-day Many attend them to the graves are taught How to come there next day so then arâ— broughâ— As if sins punishment with sin did meet To be alike infectious and sweet Thus as such in their duty are well read We do but let the †Non â—st vivere â—ed valeâ—â— vita dead bury the dead The doleful Parish-bell all night and day Beating as pulse its sickness does betray Mortality all sermonâ— does contain As ev'ry silver â—ountain courts the Main All divine rayes are center'd in this text As amply round us â—preads as heavens convex T' illustrate holy Scripture well his breath Best does it to the life best sets forth death The Gospels full summe and epitomy To prove life's warfare is Prepare to diâ— In this the graves great â—ubile we choose No place but Church-yard for our rendesvouze We need not when our liâ—e beginâ— to fail Fall straight to dig our graves with tooth and nail Nor stay till we are by some long disease Consum'd we may in grave walk when we please Who goes from street to street in City roamâ— â—ike the possessed man among the tombs No subtle wit th' â—â—fernal God betrayes Whose palace gate lies open nights and dayes His meskites porch opens to all that come To sâ—ay and be prepar'd to hear their doom There we receive the vapour and thâ— stâ—am Of those we lost before so follow them Graves mouths gape wide along our way to force At least invite us to our lives last course And that a lonely place may not displease They 've room to welcome many families Though we before our exit from the womb Lay there alone we 're crowded in the tomb Wisely they leave graves open to the dead 'Cause some too early there are brought tâ— bâ—â— Those there we thought bid us their last adiâ—â— Before they can repent are born anew They wa-king speak thinking they may be bold Wanting their clothes to say they are a cold One out of trance return'd after much striâ—e Among a troup of dead exclaims for life One finding himself as some mâ—id hard lace't Or as â— Watch for pocket straitly case't Equally terrifi'd with pain and fear Complains to those can neither speak nor heaâ— One having broke his elbows heels and toeâ— Continues on thâ— alarum with his nose Another he instead of lice and fleas Feeling himself worse pincht in little ease Dejected with arms hanging whines a ditty Like pris'ner goes to suffer Psalm of pitty Having with cold and speaking lost his throat Makes noise as bird that sings his rural note One too too weak to raise his aking head Throws
of the sheet when friends have sold his bed Another not being us'd to silent life Calls daughter Doll maid Sue and Kate his wife At last they come and gape to what is said Like unlearn'd clowns that hear a letter read They cry for help as if they had disgrace By lying there or did not like their place They seem as favours to the world agen Sent to convert their * Luke 16.28 sinful brethren We fear no grave if we may dying for though Buried to day we may arise to morrow The day of judgement can be no surprizâ— For graves gape wide and the sepulchred rise By grinning heads that are beâ—ore us hurl'd From thence we 're scorn'd and â—louted from the world Dâ—ath shews us not hâ—s teeth to scare but kill As morglayes bare'd to execute his Will These when our plotting heads would work our pride To great designs our policy deride When we laugh much our fellow sceleton Shews us our sides we hold from bone to bone When the world makes us sigh lament cry Memento mori's alwayes in our eye The Stygian lake receives agen new birth And makes proâ—ound eruptions from the earth Brimstone Vâ—suvius and AEâ—na have Vaste †GaeÌ„ta a grâ—at gâ—ping mountâ—in betwâ—â—n Româ— anâ— Naplâ—s supposed to be clâ—ft assundâ—r by an â—arthquakâ— Gaetanâ—an channels in each grave Heaven rains down scorpions while the eartâ— presumes To stifle us with deletery fumes We cannot quench or cool that flaming breath The air swells up our lungs with but by death In our choice drink we do the Lethe taste And our dear bread is made of arsnick paste The flesh we eat gives us with strength buâ— poweâ— To feed thoâ—e greedy wolves our hearts devour We 're as AEgystus sons or such cross guest Found in the wilderness a dying feast We stew â—ake boil with such success to folloâ— To those that eat as when there 's * 2 Kings 4.40 mors in olls Warm vest like robe of Hercules was wet In Nessus blood procures deaths icie sweat Each thing Paul said was †1 Cor. 10.23 lawâ—ul though noâ— fiâ— Now 's so forbid we dye by touching it Letter of friend long life and perfect health Gives us in wish takes both away by stealth Though 't bring us gold as Palamede's each groat Is for the carriage paid to Charoâ—s boat It treason shows and payes us our last meed While sadly we our condemnation read We finde by this exitial surprâ—ze The whole Creation's turn'd our enemies And to speak our condition at the best Our City 's meerly but great house of Pest. To seem though foes to all t' our selves good friends Holding all day our noses by the ends Some mixed drugs or herbs together bound We smell as if we stank above the ground Our rooms with sulphure fumes are smoke't and air'd As if for Purgaâ—ory we prepar'd Our life of which we can be sure of no where So passive is we do not act but suffer We who are not permitted yet to die Seem left as dregs mâ—erly to putâ—esiâ— As broken hose one by misfortune rends At ev'ry touch ready to run to eâ—ds As tainted eggs the parent birds will not Brood longer on so addle we and rot We who of late prais'd heaven for victories Now beg our lives to conquer that with cries After our joy tears sighs and prayers these Make us concern'd to write upon our knees Forelorn and wretched we who now remain Suddenly are as exuls caught and slain Our lethal curse making our friends afear'd Like wounded deer we 're horn'd off from the heard God leaves us too Hell falls from heaven while thus The Devil rains his kingdom upon us Sad case could any fitly make appear No humane judge were great enough to hear And ten to one who thus employ their breath Like swans they do but sing before their death Tali spiramine Nesis Emittit stygium nebulosis aëra saxis Antraque letiferi rabiem Typhonis anhelant Lucan l. 6. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 OR THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence Part 2. THat flame Prometheus image did inspire Upward from whence it came still sends its spire To heaven where th' Intellect feasting its wish Findes at the board uncover'd ev'ry dish No aporetick qualm nor taper light Sconvolge its taste nor tantalize its sight But to the eye each thing more lucid seems Then if the sun lent it his feasting beams The hungry palate findes its full content Not more by pleasure than by nutriment Mans noble soul can never be confin'd To any lower region than his minde Iudgement his other faculties would call Together for due tribute from them all In ev'ry object of his sense and eye View with meridian light the what and why Till then if he be melancholly shows Like one wears legasie of mourning clothes And if dispos'd to mirth appears to be Like one with others laughs for company He 's as unsatisfi'd as when dry bone Is brought to whetted teeth to nabble on As if were set a vaulting horse or stile To carry traâ—eller two hundred mile Here then disease we 'l meddle with as much As that permits so dangerous to touch What Plague is we will search in ev'ry nook As far as one can into mill-stone look And when w' have seen whence Natures sovereign laws Findes this rebellious lay down the Cause Some think a mustled hand may well restrain Plague's power though 't does like tyrant bramble reign And if in haste to make a graceless feast It greedily feed upon man and beast Yet since it is under heavens cope consign'd To mortals therefore look it be desin'd One ventering at it once like witâ—h about He searches for each pois'nous herb and root Whatever of venesick force may seem To make him call it Feaverish extream Which said he sees a number go to pâ—t Felt but lukewarm so neither cold nor hot No thirst there no heat symptoms naught to call Feaverish pulse unless their sudden fall In others plague-struck findes strong drink and meat Befriend their spirits his judgement cheat Then he concludes he best may â—et it out As to go home the farthest way about And since plague is so perillous to touch That he should keep off from it very much Or like one sitting leveret hath found He ought for fear to keep a compass round So he as one at noon had lost the sight Of Hecate points at her in the night As who a punctum could not see or hair With arrow hit at rovers shoots in th' air He sayes 't is bodies wrack hearts vâ—lture pain Bane to the blood confusion to the brain Not leprosie nor scurvy itch nor pox But such a thing scap't from Pandora's box Such is his sense For some hold 't is dispraise And wrong to Author to purlâ—in his phrase 'T is Edens cursed fruit we may believe Such as we cannot throughly know and live So that one who the judgement will not bribe With
Stock still because the birds were slown away No talk of Pest in all this time and bed Did nothing know but that the Pest was dead When ouâ—ter came to use the bed h 'had bought So his of â—ight as any would have thought Pest wake't prov'd the possession for three year And turn'd the Plaintiff out of bed to bier As well we this may credit as bancheer Able to spend a thousand pounds a year For if bane long can stay where it does meet Opposing forces from the bodies heat Much longer well may it continue where No dog once opens mouth to bait the bear If many (a) Theoph. lib 9 de hist plant â— 16 poisons given be that need A time of many moneths to come to seed If (b) Albert. magn l. 7 dea'imal â— 2. mad dogs bite lay twelve years as unknown As millers thumb within a marrow-bone And if (c) Mercurial â— 14 depe l. prâ—â—â— 2 such hurt one could not finde till he Might one each year have got Thespiadae Why may not some where then contagious pest For many suns and moons conserve its nest And if in ev'ry glass wine daily shows Small nimble sparks cut capers to the nose Such as by meer smell can compell the brain To ape the gambols of some giddy vein If smoke be from the fire exhalâ—d if stream Be lawful offspring of the fruitful stream If flâ—wers and herbs do fragrant odours spread And with their spicy breath perfume their bed None think the Pest can't give her atome birth That shows a womb as open as the earth But must believe the bounteous airy skie City of refuge free to all that flye That fumes and vapours makes communicable Not from the altar more then from the stable Gives these as ev'ry other wandring drove Like full consent of liberty to rove That they to all antigonize their merit Giving the qualities that they inherit Thus as to those twin-brothers Mars begaâ— The wolf was parent cause subordinate So to have sound a Lupa to this Curse If not a Mother yet at least a Nurse Those that with watchful eyes and listening ears Attend the silent musick of the sphears Affirm our earths discord and harmony Answers to theirs and 's meerly sympathy Our mirth and melancholly both come down From great Celestial bodies smile and srown As our hearts joy and lifes most sweet solace Are rayes eâ—llux from their benign grace So war dearth plague fall as tempestuous rain From the malignant clouds of their disdain Our spindle in its action must cease As they the hands governing fingers please Like ropeing leads of â—lock to earth we may Guided by them our 〈◊〉 wheel above To speak the power of stars what e're does master Our wish with cross success we call disaster Their vertue who denies with Dido's leather May binde the years four seasons all together As not the least of all his vaunts may say His worthy beard is neither green nor gray That Autumn suits in humour and desire With Spring and Summer sits by Winters fire The * Psalm 19. heavens and firmament most skilful be In the Almighties glittering herauldry In hierogliphick characters there stand The fairest printed wonders of his hand Well may he welcome be to heaven who rears Himself up thither by a stair of stars To body as we ulcer finde or shame To reputation Plague to soul 's the same 'T is such a witness proves sin capitall And is the harvest season to its fall When from above we 've such a fatal touch We 're taught we look upon the earth too much When by him made us we will not be found Our dearest friends then hide us under ground Infallibly they 're Atheists must endure Such viper stripes no humane hand can cure Plague's Gods artillery thunders our fate With his design not to capitulate Storm may show his displeasure but when fire Must make that storm who then will doubt his ire Other plagues lightly follow at his word Pest not unless his Angel draw his sword They 're palmers rods men have at their command To chasten with Plague's Gods own heavy hand Celestial bow of wrath and vengeance when All-powerful Lord of host makes war with men 'T is †Levit. 18. 25. Death wages of sin that none pretend That payes him not by which he hath his end 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 OR THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence Part 3. T Is not enough when life must fade away Its glass being run to see old Time make hay To stand o're heart-sick neighbour as he lies And wash his rancid ulcers with our eyes Behold the sword of wrathful Providence And read his venger in the present tense T is not enough when Time ha's made escape To turn our heads and view his naked nape To stare into obscure expanded jaws Of Pestilence to know it in its cause The point's how we should be hereafter Time Present and past should into future climb Who Plague as Pox deride will ne're finde it Cur'd as imposthume by a laughing fit Wound probâ—d ia'd wide and naked to the eye Can gape for nothing then but Charity E're 't is apply'd that it may best redound T' effect let plagues precursors lance the wound Ev is forewarn'd we better can endure And give a kinder welcome to their cure When sense will neither heed what 's show'd or said No wonder body 's destin'd to be dead Who credit not their faithful eye nor ear Unjustly will recriminate their fear When dogs combine in numerous company And arm themselves to make a mutiny They 're such prâ—saging heraulds make appear Plague is to follow victor in the rear And all that time here Rebels made an head How many dogs devour'd the childrens bread E're Plague sets out to visit place itâ— mouth Sends message from the cloudy rainy south And in our wars what melkin did we finde As if hot baths sweated the air and winde When Mars and Saturn joyn they but contest Who shall doe most to introduce the Pest. And then the rage of sword and power of spite Could all things do but share usurped right When Plague would sit in throne its general Phrensie before prepares the Capitoll And we saw by our State mens lunacy Each had as many heads as Hecate Our siderated government did wane After the cheating moonshine of their brain †Evagr. l. 4. c. 25. When Plague's design'd to sease a man he sees Like one who ca'nt distinguish men from trees As Captain who endeavours to surprize A fort or camp first takes the scouts and spies And in our wars such blindness did bewitch Our Seers as to lead us into ditch Owls eagles steeples stables seem'd Their seeing Gave ev'ry object meer Vtopian being Th' had Idol-eyes for show not sight and that Dazled not more by water then by fat Our brightest and most noble part of all Vilely converted into washing-ball Direful prognosticks reckon all that are As our rebellion's
Mulato-like seeming to have a right To Hell and Heaven have parents black and white But rivals they detest unless they be First wedded to their own society Bigots or bigamists they will have none But who takes them all joyn and make but one Their Lovers they will have admire their worth As solely as the needle does the North. To be a carnalist is to refuse The true Olympus for meere spittle house T'obvaricate his dearest health and vary His armes from Temple into Mortuary His mirth 's Abderian laughter does but tend To make him agelastick in the end Kenodoxist himself does vainly tire To follow false lights into pits and mire The lawlese's destructive Power and spight Breaks down an hedge that serpent may him * Eccles 10.8 bite The mammonist with all his ill-got gain Is Cerberus in adamantine chaine Stasiarchs glory happily may flush With mid-dayes beams proves soon occiduous Gnatho's and they who lead Apicius life Devote to their delicious throats a knife Suist no care nor toil will let alone To please himselfe roules Sisyphus's stone Beauty's star-gazers have th' unhappy luck T' admire phantasms and be Planet-struck Vice is plagues whispring-place that does afford True correspondent sound to every word Who suffer under Libitines black rod First nourisht Vices colubriferous brood If plague tomb our elychnious bodies these Were first by vice brought to their obsequies This makes our Golgatha and Death when he Gives us the stroke this holds the clepsydre Others may sing our dirge this will devise Our sad commendaces and close our eyes Noe Neades like Vices when they rave And roar to shake our Earth into the grave They ev'ry hour such serpents breed as will Defie and hiss in scorn at Ibis bill If we doe apolactize force and tread Them under foot we get above plagues head Best presentaneous help we have 's to clear All our araneous works and gossymeare Such rust delimate our gold bright will show Filtre such dregs from pest we run free too When all the World lay plagued mortally With phagedaena of enormâ—ty So virulent that leach from heaven was sent And needs must die to save the patient Who ' tells us of his coming cryes and prayes That we prepare him clean straight even wayes So now our taske's the same to breake and cart Scelesticke scopelisin from the heart That nothing in our conversation be Of rancid or mephiticke quality T'unbow crookâ— wonts wrie acts to regulate Make brochity of will and manners straight Euthemy both procures euthanasie And 's fanative to Erysipely Ephemerist who his aberrancyes Calculates faithfully with mouth and eyes With controbanded goods he does detest With his delicts he desecrates the pest Our mourning's dark red porphyry should now With wilkie features enterlace its brow Though black without yet fairer be then fire Underneath as Contemplatives attire Hew'd as the Parian marble or what shows The beauteous argent smiles of Iuno's rose Our salves and us can alabaster fence Best from corruption with its innocence We are to get our health as those of Greece Did gather golden grains with Iasons fleece Our soules great shepheard then now seems to sleep While murrain plays the wolfe among the sheep Will wake its storm rebuke and safely carry His bleating lamkins in his oviary He 'l be our nuptialist and then esteem We as with spotless pudor come to him While Virtue from him kindly rules our Nights He 'l make the Delian twins Latonian lights Our spouses salade is the surest fence Against gisarmes of the Pestilence Among those conquer this Physitians call Treacle despot and podestate to all Treacle to use the right we must not make Of trivial aconicke earthly snake But what the true Fanus is and is found In heaven like Zodiacke to clasp it round The Serpent Moses lifted up who view'd By touch of visial beams their healths renew'd We understand the figure well that * Iohn 3.14 't was Mystery of our Shiloh on the Cross. Dragon Pest use all its mecidial tricks We cross its spight by eyeing Crusifix The Romans when they had endur'd the pain Long time of Pests ignâ—vomous disdain To Epidaurus sent Ambassadors For Esculapius snake to work their cures This came Plague ceas't And hence they make relation How their devotion to 't made their piation But sure we are 't is onely he whose tread Had the sole power to bruise th' Old Serpents head The deadly steam reeks from his poisonous den In curst revenge on us repels again In pitty to our humane frailty he Cloath'd himself with cures its infirmity He whom Leviathan cannot resist Turns him with hook to breath which way he list None enter heavens Elysium but they Who pass through him is lifes sole gate and way He 's that harmonious * 2 King 3.15 16 17 c. vent that if we trust Focillate will our fires and quench our thirst Iliads of evils from us he 'l expel Our griefs and languors mancipate to hell All flagrant gledes and firedrakes drive from hence To ring the Curfew to the Pestilence Who basis takes away sure can forbear To keep the structure hanging in the air Who imprecated sin did cause dismiss Effect can chase and ban the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 He needs if brazen snake could save alive Must cure who cures by representative 'Gainst phymata oedemata what e're Distringent is by chagrin pain or fear What e're 's tabiâ—icall or makes us sick Christ's thorns expunge and mortise to the quick A tempest of acutest malady His rood converts into a malacy Then Carduus benedictus if more bitter Its virtue proves ten thousand times the sweeter Relike of this with gratia Dei meets Our dead flesh and exulcerate ferits Impolueriz'd by sufferings it makes Poma ambrae and manus Christi cakes A some it is does not depress but carry Its gerents to the starry laqueary Flotes them above deluge of Earth and brings Through all the Orb of fire on wooden wings This badge while in their Purpura they bear Makes them Knights here with the Patriâ—â—i 'T is septer o're both Globes * 1 Cor. 1 18 guidon of might there And tables of the Law laid thwart and right †Matth. 10 18. T is Fortunes wheel th' Arts turnstâ—le solely haâ—s The place to give them way and let them pass Cyclopaedia's axis Learnings hand Its sense does and the letters too expand Piazza of the worlds four parts where they To make a league together meet and stay Their symbol and impress rule protipe frame Includes them and indigits whence they came Physicks Pharmacopoea comprehends Art infinite to all poor leach commends It s timber can where ever need requires Contabulate our wants and our desires Physick may have hand of our cure at need But still Religion ownes the heart and head She 't was that when sins Cypress tree was grown All o're the earth gave charge to cut it down 'T was she that whole our