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death_n	day_n	dead_a	die_v	4,346	5	5.5733	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86845	The humble petition of the vvretched, and most contemptible, the poore commons of England, to the blessed Elizabeth of famous memory. Also a most gratious answer, with a divine admonition and propheticall conclusion.		1642 (1642)	Wing H3586; Thomason E108_1; ESTC R5688	7,159	16

THE HUMBLE PETITION OF THE VVRETCHED And most contemptible the poore Commons of England To the blessed ELIZABETH of famous memory Also a most gratious Answer with a Divine Admonition and Propheticall Conclusion LONDON Ptinted for E. P. and E. B. July 23. 1642. TO THE BLESSED St. ELIZABETH OF FAMOUS MEMORY The humble Petitions of the wretched and most contemtible the poore Commonöns of England IF Saints in Heaven can eather see or heare Or helpe poore mortals O then lend an eare Looke downe blest Saint O heare O heare us now Whose humble hearts low as our knees doe bow Looke on our sufferings thinke but on our wrongs That hardly can be told with mortall tongues Oh be not now lesse gratious then of old When each distressed vassell might be bold Into thine open hand to put his griefe And timely thence receive a faire reliefe Be not lesse good lesse gratious then before In heaven the supplications of the poore Are heard as soone as suites of greatest Kings If our Petitions then blest Saint vvant wings To mount them to the Judge of Judges Throne O helpe then blessed Soveraigne with thine owne Carry our just complaints since just they are And make a tender of them at the Barre Where no corruption no friend no fraud no bribe No griping Lawyer no avaricious Scribe No favorite no parrasite no minnion Can either lead or alter the opinion Of that great Chancellor there O lay them downe And merit praise on earth in heaven renowne So intricate is this our wretched story Where to begin deserver of all glory Heaven knowes We doe not know nay which is worst Thy once blest Subjects beene so often curst For offering up petitions of this kinde That we even tremble till we call to minde Thy wonted goodnesse that O that doth cheare us That onely gives us hope that thou wilt heare us When heaven was pleas'd great Queen to take thee hence And make us wretched for our great offence This sinfull land O then began our feares And had we then this Kingdome drown'd in teares And in those floods conveyed our soules to heaven To waite on thine we had not then beene driven To call and cry thee from thy fellow Saints To heare and pitty these our just complaints O pardon but such is our grosse commission And daine to further this our poore Petition And we will make the name of blest Eliza Equall the Aves of the great Maria No snuffling Rascall through his hornepipe nose Shall tell thy story in his ill tun'd prose Nor shew thy Statue to each penny groome The monument wee le raise shall make proud Rome On pilgrimage to come and at thy shrine Offer thier gifts as to a thing divine And on an alter fram'd of richest stones Wee le daily tender teares and sighes and groanes Eternally shall sleepe and long tongu'd same Forget to speake dare we forget her name Reade blessed soule O read ●●●d beleeve us And give it to his hands that can relieve us Finis Petitions ad Reginam To the high and mightiest most Just and yet most mercifull the great Chancellor of Heaven and chiefest Judge of all the Earth IF bleeding hearts detected soules want grace Thou all-disposer turne not backe thy face From thy suppliants thrice seaven sonnes have worne Their summer suits since we began to mourne Egypts ten plagues we have indur'd twice told Since blest Eliza was with Saints inroul'd Thy messengers of wrath their vvalls power Each day upon our heads nay every hower Plagues beget plagues and fearefull vengeance growes As if there were no end set to our woes Have our great sinnes raised up such a cloud 'Twixt us and heaven as cryes though ne're so loud Can get no entrance to thy mercy seat Are our iniquities good God so great So infinite as neither greatnesse nor teares Can get a passage remember but the yeares Of our afflictions then forget we crave Our sinnes and bury them in deepest grave Of darke oblivion hide them in the side Of our Redeeme O let them be tide In chaines that they may never rise againe Let us no longer sue and begge in vaine Let this our supplication this our plaint Tendred by our blest Soveraigne now thy Saint At last finde grace wa st not enough we pray That at the first thou took'st that Queene away VVa● not that done that lambe of innocence Sufficient sacrifice for our offence O no our sinnes outlive her and our crimes Did threaten to outlive the last of times Thou didst remove her that he might not see The sad beginning of our misery Then like the showers of hailestones fell the darts Of angry death how many thousand hearts Were wounded in one yeare how many bled And wisht to die since that they lov'd was dead Mothers left childlesse children quite bereft Of carefull parents nay there was not left A paire of friends to comfort one another Who wanted not a Sister who a Brother VVhere was the husband where the wife could say VVe shall not be devorc't this night this day Death so his power and large commission shew'd That men on earth like corne on ground lay strew'd The sad remembrance of this still remaines Next thy stretch't hand of vengeance bound in chaines The fruitfull fields both birds beasts plants fruits trees Did famish faint droope die wither and freeze So nothing issued from the barren earth But that leane monster pale and thinfac't death Next inundations rose such as before Since Noahs flood never topt our brittish shore VVhere men and beasts alike engrav'd their bones Under moyst waves in stead of marble stones How often hath the Sunne withdrawne his light And turn'd our day into the shape of night Had Egypt greater darkenesse then had we VVhen clearest eyes at midnight could not see Vnwholesome nights strange fogs rumors of warres Evill portending Comets Blazing Starres Prodigious births and most unnaturall seasons Spurning Philosophers beyond their reasons Frighting the poore the rich likewise exhorting From their soft beds whereon they lay a snorting Heaven seem'd in combustion the skie in armes The Spheares beate Drums the Orbes did sound Alarmes The ayre did often bloody colours spread And all to Rouze us from the blowne up bed Of base securitie yet nought could fright us Till heaven had rob'd us of what did most delight us Henry our Joy Henry whos 's every limbe Threatned to conquer death and not death him In whom great Britaine set up her last rest Henry our pride ever Henry the blest Resolving loosing him to play no more But live for ever wretched ever poore VVho had not in that one an ample share VVhat Subject had not rather lost his heire VVhat tender mother did not wish that Dart Had glaunc't from him and pearst his darlings heart All that were vertuous all that lived good Turned their eyes rivers into Seas of blood The Egyptian waters bitter were but know This toucht the heart that did not so O