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The vveeping lady: or, London like Niniuie in sack-cloth Describing the mappe of her owne miserie, in this time of her heauy visitation; with her hearty prayers, admonition, and pious meditations, as the occasions of them offer themselues in her passion. Written by T.B.
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T. B. (Thomas Brewer)
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To which be pleas'd to Bow And what their prayers did then let ours doe now With this Exhortation to her Sonnes in the briefe Enumeration or Repetition of some things formerly spoken by way of Allusion Shee Concludes HEare then my Bells call to the Church and Death Reuiew my Graues There the full point of Breath Know thy proud flesh a Prison to thy Soule The Crosse a Badge did Death and Hell controuse 〈…〉 thou the Lawe of Heau'ns eternall Loue The Acts and Statutes of that Court Aboue Loue thou the sights the blessed Angels see Serue thou the God with whom All pleasures be Obey his Royall Substitute thy King Let loue among you haue an endlesse Spring Leuell your words and Actions to the will Of Him has power to pardon or to spill And I shall soone be well and you in Me And I in you All our best wishes see The Authors comfortable Conclusion and thankfull Remembrance of Gods great mercies in the happy surcease of this dangerous Contagion and preseruation of those who are yet liuing THus much for this Cloude of miserie now to that gloriouâ— Sunne of Gods mercy which most graciously rising vpon vs hath begun to dissolue dissipate and dispell it in the decrease of those that dye of this heauily bewayled Contagion Vpon which looking let vs say with Dauid What shall I returne to the Lord c. Withall make this promise and zealously striue to performe it That that God that in his Anger remembers Mercy That desires not the death of a Sinner but rather than he returne and liue may continue this mercy to vs and speedily if it be his blessed will and pleasure say as he said to that destroying Angell in the time of his Kingly Prophet It is sufficient hold now thy hand That so we heere at home and those abroad that as if they could slye from God slew from vs may againe meete he decently merry Liue louingly assist one another willingly and finally that All together to him that of â—othing hath made vs that lost hath Redeemed vs that erring reduced vs that Ignorant hath taught vs that sinning hath gently chastised vs that dispayring hath comforted vs that falling hath raised vs that standing hath held vs that going hath lead vs that Comming hath receiued vs And that from this and many other dangers hath deliuered vs. Wee may shew our selues euermore thankfull still pray still praise him that so this span of Life ended we may falling in death rise againe to that Life that shall neuer end Foure things euer to bee Remembred Thinke on thy Sinne That thou maist grieue On DEATH That thou thy sin maist leaue The Last great Iudge That thou maist feare On MERCIE that thou not dispaire FINIS Towling night and day Digression The King his returne from Spaine The Queenes arriuall The neglect of our duties remembred Her Counsell to flye to him from him we cannot All things made for man man for God Deaths Triumph A great helpe to liue is to remember we must die The Wife The Husband Parents Children The summ of their misery Yes Prayer Our Crosse dealing one with another Our sinnes the cause of our fichnesse These Crosses the Badge of Death Her incitement to Prayer and â—oly duties The necesty of them ¶ Her Termes Her Parament LONDON Westminst Oxenford Her Petition ¶ Her Pageants What they should be What they shall be What they are Her briefe Petitions Of this Massacre in generall Whole Families taken away The Flight of Citizens Her Sons â—ith her â—ender Hearts anâ—uish for it 1. Her greeâ— for them that mind not Hers. 2. Met and stayed like Felâ—ons 3. Shew their Passes like Rogues Their enâ—tainmeÌ„t Marke 〈◊〉 miseâ—â— Hardly welcome Hard â—odging â— Their miseries in their sicknesse 9. The tendance 10. Many there as with vs dye in the common way 〈◊〉 Ditche The s 〈◊〉 God a Dâ—uell Her Apostrophe in Groues sighing His Proclamation is Falling an Prayer Niniu buckler Hezekiahs Prayer His life prolonged by Prayer 〈…〉
againe would enter but that Feare Do's for a time deterre him For this Foe Inuisible Inuincible a Blow Giues aboue all resist O see my Streets To many Death-beds for this Monster meets Men boldly there and strikes 'em heere Men tread To sight in safety there o' th' sodaine dead See see O see how thicke from all my parts Gallants in Coaches and their Goods in Carts Flye my poore wounded Body where before That their rich splendor might in mine be more They would embrace me hugge me But the Flight Of these moue little That would kill me quite Is that my Sonnes They that vpon my Brest Haue had repose a long and tender rest And from it suck'd the Substance made them grow Great in the Worlds Opinion In my woe Want and distresse forsake me These that Hee That was a Bond-man and by me made Free That tooke his Oath to loue me and submit His best Endeuours to mee to beget Guard and maintaine mine Honors But no more Thus Swallowes Winter flye the Rich the Poore Vpon Relation of the many Miseries that many of those that flye the City doe fall into in the Countrey Her Teares Sighes and Passion augmented O My full Tyde of Anguish Yet myne Eye Drops not so fast so much to see them flye As in that Flight to see them headlong runne To greater dangers then they flye to shun In multitudes we finde it and still thus Deplore their Sorrowes though they mind not vs. Heere Bils and Halberts meete 'em where as one Had dar'd the Law in some great mischiefe done They must be staid examin'd and there show What place they came from to what place they goe Th' occasions of their trauaile and before Some Constable can hardly tell three score Must shew their Passes And from place to place Passing through Villages through this disgrace Passe till they end their Iourney And what then What comfort find they poore distressed Men When through these scornes and loathings they haue got The place to which they trauaile Are they not With great suspition much amaze and feare As if each part about them seem'd to bearo Plagues and infections in them entertain'd At Halberds point at distance and constrain'd In their least pitty to a priuate Roome Though nere so sound they are and in the Doome Of that Imprisonment some part o' th' load Of what they shun at home they meet abroad But this is but disgrace See some poore soules Vnder necessities more harsh controules Made strangers to acquaintance nay the Sonne A stranger to his Father Brothers shun The Partners of their Blood and Mothers 〈◊〉 Those they haue hugg'd and dandled as they me O let me weepe weepe blood and through that glasse Looke yet a little further where alas Wee may behold some of my Sonnes that here Had soft and easie lodging lodging there In Stables Barnes out-Houses nay be glad To sleepe in Houils thinke no roome too bad That had a couering o're it some be faine To lodge where neither ' gainst the Wind the raine Nor the Suns fury they could shelter haue Heau'n only couering them and they their Graue Then as a sad Companion to their woe For miseries doe seldome single goe Behold them in these Lodgings faint and weake Their Purses many may some comfort speake But purchase none or little and that too But dealt among them as a man should doe Such duties to a Lyon to a Beare Or some such sauage Creature in great feare Fling some poore pittance to them and then flye Heere 's all their tendance let them liue or dye See some o're taken with so faint a breath Ere halfe their Iourneyes done they Inne with Death I' th' common way they tread on as they goe Fall to the ground and dye great numbers so In Rodes in Ditches in the open Field The debt of Breath thus to their Maker yeeld And wherâ— they dye are buried Some agen So bold we are to sinne to adde more sinne On Sledges Barrowes Dung-carts any thing The wisedome of those places please to bring Are borne to places more remote and some Like Dogges are hal'd with Cart-ropes to a Tombe Fit but for Dogges and Caryon into which As they are found th' are tumbled Poore and Rich Their rich Apparell their rich Pockets All Nay Gold it selfe they bury that must fall To'th' place it came from so that by this Rod That seemes a Diuell now seem'd once God Oh I could weepe my selfe into a Stone Or my as senslesse Image in the mone Of my poore Sonnes and Daughters that with me Had had farre better vsage But in vaine I weepe for them Now to my selfe againe So as preparing to a Bridall Bed In what a Path of Hearbs and Flowers men tread Which way so ere they wander For each Street Seemes now a Garden All as greene as sweet But Oh my sad my sicke my bleeding Heart These are no Nuptiall strewings heere no part Of such a Ioye 's appearing For O see These Paths are for the Dead and such as be The halfe dead traine attends them Euery where Nothing but Graues but Coffins but the Beere And bearing breathlesse Bodies to the Ground Delight 's an Exile now pale Mourning Cround ¶ See how my Streets are emptied how my Trade Io which there is another Sicknesse made Lyes as 't were dead and Buried See O see The Shops of those are Dead and those that Flee So euery where shut vp a man may say What 's all this Time but Grim DEATHS HOLIDAY ¶ Yet see my emptinesse too 〈…〉 mone For not a Friend a Friend without a groue Sighes and sad Language meet See Death destroy All our expected pleasure all our ioy Till Heau'n shall stop his Progresse Vnawares Our Feasting's turnd to FASTING Play to PRAYERS Most fit it should bee and most fit wee praise That Holy KING that made these Holy DAIES That has commanded what his God commands That Second God to vs that vnderstands That the best Buckler to defend the stroake Heau'n layes on Sinners which their sinnes prouoke Iâ—â—eeping Niniuies That Prayers and Teares When Hezekiah was beset with feares Procur'd an Angell in his cause to fight Whose vnresisted power in one night A hundred fourescore and fiue thousand men Laid dead before him Hee who knowes agen When God had purpos'd this good King to death By Prayer He chang'd that purpose and got breath For fifteene Summers longer He that knowes How when the fiery Serpents wounded those Murmur'd at Moses when good Moses prayed Those Serpents lost their stings that Plague was staied So Lord stay this this Serpent whose sharpe sting Has pierc'd to many and let Mercy spring In thy good pleasure to vs. From the Deepe 〈◊〉 anguish Lord we call we pray we weepe â—nd doe as they did By this Serpent strooke Wee on a second on our Sauiour looke Expecting cure