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death_n	day_n	die_v	sin_n	10,930	5	4.9737	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17453	Londons vacation, and the countries tearme. Or, A lamentable relation of severall remarkable passages which it hath pleased the Lord to shew on severall persons both in London, and the country in this present visitation, 1636. with the number of those thay dyed at London and Newcastle, this present yeare. With new additions. By H.C.; Londons vacation, and the countries tearme.	Crouch, Humphrey, fl. 1635-1671.	1637 (1637)	STC 4274; ESTC S117070	7,887	26

the plague did dye And all the rest that had no hand in it Escapt the plague who had more grace and wit Thus covetousnesse that ne're did good to any Was here you see the enemy of a many Lord keep our hearts from filthy avarice Let 's live content and make us truly wise Of one that lost in his travell two ●ands wrapt in a napkin ONe lost two bands wrapt in a napkin faire A woman passed by as I do heare Her sonne and daughter as I understand Was with her unto whom she gave command By any meanes not to take up those bands Lest with those things they should infect their hands Her son obey'd her voyce but yet her daughter Willing to have those things came slowly after And with her foot did spurn along these bands As being afraid to touch them with her hands Vntill she came unto a poole of water And then she washt them cleane and followed after Of one that lay unburied foure dayes after he was dead being of the sicknesse A Certain man lay dead as it is said Few miles from London that made the towne afraid Foure dayes above the ground this man did lye Vnburied t is reported certainly To bury him no man durst be so bold Or lay his carkasse in an earthly mould Till with the sight of him they were opprest And then one being wiser then the rest Did tell the Masters of the Parish this To send to London it were not amisse For foure stout bearers and we shall be rid Of this annoyance so it seemes they did So he was buried and the men well paid For burying him that made them all afraid Thus in the Countrey City great and small Time death and sicknes makes the stoutest fall The Belmans call on Thursday morning THis day the weekly Bils come out To put the people out of doubt How many of the Plague do dye We summe them up most carefully But oh if our transgressions all Both how we sinne and how we fall God should take notice what they are Where should we sinfull men appear● We look upon the punishment But not upon the cause 't is sent Remove the cause and you shall see The Plague shall soon removed be Vpon a Gentleman full of the Tokens in Woods-Close that lay there two days and afterwards dyed A Gentleman finding himself not well Walk't into th' fields neer unto Clerkenwell Finding himself diseas'd he him betook Into the fields and company forsook And in Woods-close he lay with wofull heart Grieving for sin which is the cause of smart He there upon the straw did humbly pray Having the Tokens on him as some say Most ardently unto the King of heaven That he of all his sinnes might be forgiven He marked was for death God shew'd him he Within this world had not long time to be Lord we are not worthy that same time to know When death shall summon us from hence to go Good God inable us to dye well then That we may live in heaven with perfect men Vpon a man and his wife going into the Country to visit their friends in this Visitation and their entertainment on the way AN honest Citizen with 's loving wife Into the Countrey went to save their life As they late fear'd in London should be lost But note how they for't on the way were crost They came at night unto their journies end And for their money did expect a friend To finde 'i th Countrey but it prov'd not so For they i' th cage to lodge were forc't to go Or lye i' th street this choice was put to them They must be rul'd by law or law contemn They lay i' th Cage and glad to have fresh straw And when as morning came that light they saw The Constable dischar'd their lodgings hire With these same words I 'le set your beds on fire Londons Lord have mercy upon us Let all men consider both old men and yong They c●nnot live ever although they live long Then sit down in sorrow sigh sob and relent Stay n●t till to morrow before ye repent LOok on thy soul defilde with sinne Faire London look what thou hast done Gods high displeasure thou dost winne For thy offences every one If Ninevie like thou pray and fast And to the Lord dost cry and call He le blesse thee though thy doores be crost With Lord have mercy upon us all The plague alas awo is me Like fiery Serpents bites us sore The brasen Serpent must we see I meane our Christ whom we adore Our Saviour deare whose ●i●e was lost To ●ree us from eternall thr●ll Will blesse us though our doores be crost With Lord have mercy on us all Pride now doth overwhelme the land And wickednesse doth much abound Which makes the Lord stretch forth his hand Our strange inventions to confound ●or now we see unto our cost Our great transgressions are not small Whe●efore alas our doores are crost With Lord have mercie on us all Let drunkards now their cups forsake That swallow down the dregs of sinne Let soule blasphemers stand and quake For their misdeeds that they have done For we are with afflictions tost And sorrow doth to us befall And now behold our doores are crost With Lord have mercy on us all You that luscivious lives have led Imbracing fornication still That sleep upon a sinfull bed Your wicked fancies to fulfill Those vaniti● that you love most Bring horror death and deadly thrall And now alas our doores are crost With Lord have mercy on us all Let him that doth his brother hate Like Cain that kild his mothers sonne Repent before it be too late For his misdeeds that he ha●h done For sorrow is landed on our c●●st Our honey is turn'd to bitter gall And through 〈◊〉 sin 〈◊〉 d●res ●re crost With Lord have mercy on us all 〈◊〉 f●ll d●w● 〈…〉 London 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 aud con●●si● 〈◊〉 you shames 〈◊〉 our pri●de you● 〈…〉 〈◊〉 ye in sinne are almost 〈◊〉 Th● 〈◊〉 on our knees down fall 〈…〉 our doores 〈…〉 With Lord have mercy on us all Y●u 〈◊〉 lots and you st●umpe●s 〈◊〉 V●in glorious in your strange attire Whose hearts in sin are much imbrewd Repent with speed I you desire For sinne brings sadnesse to our coast Sinne c●used I●sabell to fall And for our sinnes our doores are crost With Lord have mercy on us all We 〈…〉 every street But 〈…〉 us we have 〈◊〉 slain 〈…〉 shall with destruction meet 〈◊〉 ●ednesse in us doth ●aign● 〈◊〉 in sinne our selves do boast O●● joying at anothers fall 〈◊〉 herefore ●ow our doores are cr●st 〈◊〉 Lord have mercy on us all We clean● 〈◊〉 place from noy some smell We strive ●o put 〈…〉 We 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 where we do dwell We ●●●p our 〈◊〉 s●weet and faire The while our souls in sinne are lost Whi●●● the 〈◊〉 our doores are crost In stead of musk and sweet perfumes We smel 〈◊〉 Wormwood and to Rue For to ●ecure us from our ●ombes Yet de●th will claime 〈…〉 We are diss●●'d like W●●te 〈…〉 When Phoebus sunshine bea●●● 〈…〉 ●all And death we see our doores hath crost With Lord have mercy on us all Runne through the 〈◊〉 with sighs groanes In Golgotha sit and 〈…〉 The great destroy 〈…〉 bones Pale death 〈…〉 like doth raigne He can destroy a mighty 〈◊〉 Yea crowned Kings he 〈◊〉 to fall And by his hand our doo●●● are crost With Lord have mercy on us all Have mercy Lord to thee we cry We for our sinnes are grieved sore Great God of all eternity Our former follies we deplore Though we through sinne offend thee most Our God thou art and ever shall Oh blesse us though our doores be crost With Lord have mercy on us all FINIS

that was supposed dead Into the Church-yard which they quickly did And then the searchers they were fetcht with speed So all concluded he was dead indeed And when the corps the Searchers had survaid They saw no cause why they should be afraid For of the Plague they found the man was free As cleare a corps as ever they did see So then to bury him they all conclude But mark I pray what afterward ensude It being neare night the Sexton did agree To bury him when he could better see The first worke in the morning that he did Should be to bury him meane while he hid The man under a Coffin as some say Not that he fear'd that he would runne away But that no ravenous thing should him offend So that in this he was the dead mans friend ●e that lay na'●●● long upon the world ●urely he could not chuse but be a col● Next morning he did rise as from the dead And finding that himself was covered Vnder a Coffin he did wonder much He threw the Coffin off him with a touch ●o up he gets then up and down did walk And at the length he heard some people ●alk Over a brick-wall th●n this man did clime And cald for help to call for help 't was time ●nto the Ax yard then this man was carried And cherishe well till dead indeed and buried Before much people came him for to view Almagining that some of them him knew Five dayes after he liv'd retaining breath And then he chang'd his mortall life for death Now in the same Church-yard his bones remain Vntill the Trumpet raise them up again A true relation of certain 〈◊〉 that robd a Hosiers shop in the new Towne neare S. Martins lane putting the mans goods into a Coffin GOd spares the wicked somtimes for this end That they might see his judgmēts amend But they contrariwise grow worse and worse And so pull down upon their heads a curse Neither Gods judgements nor his mercies can Effectually work in a wicked man Witnesse the villanies that now are done Some to rob Orchards hastily will runne Others to break up houses will not spare From drunkennesse whoredome not for beare Among the rest of helhounds some there were That without touch of conscience grace or fear Most impudently with a Coffin went To rob a Hosiers shop was their intent And late at night the man being forth 't is said To rob his shop these knaves were not afraid But boldly took the stockings from the shelves And put them in the Coffin wicked Elves The Coffin being full they nayl'd it down And on their shoulders did go through the town And with a link before away they passe And all that saw it thought no lesse but 't was A Coarse and he that ow'd the goods likewise Did see it bore away before his eyes He met them and did shun them but at last past When he came home and they from him were He found himself robd and almost undone And pitied was by every mothers sonne But he no news of them could ever heare What is become of them or where they are Deaths house a coffin of mortality They made a cloke to hide their villany They cannot mock death long for in the end The hang-man with a rope will them befriend Of 3. yongsters that presumed to rob an Orchard and fain'd themselves sick when the master of it came to them NOw what say you to three mad knaves that went To rob an Orchard all with one consent Muffled they say with clouts about their heads Like sick men newly crept from out their beds With each of them a bag under his arme As if they went on purpose to do harme And so into an Orchard these three comes And fild their bags with apples peares plums The good man of the house hearing a noyse And thinking them to be unhappy boyes Did take a cudgell and to them he goes Minding for to bestow on them some blows But seeing that all their 3. heads were clouted Of them he was afraid and him they flouted Can you not be content bold knaves quoth he To rob mine Orchard but indanger me With your infectious breath depart I say With bag and baggage longer do not stay For if you do the town I le raise anon So fild their bags I 'm glad quoth he yo'r gone Instruction He that of Gods just judgement makes a sport Like these three men one day shall suffer for 't He that shall fain himself sick in this kinde To feare another he perhaps may finde A booty as these men did and withall A curse will follow to bring such to thrall Good God in midst of all our misery Shall we consent to plot a villany So great so foule so impudent and vilde Houses infected and mens mindes defilde With such impurity can we expect The plague should cease when we our selves infect With sinne that is the cause of all infection Can we do this and look for thy protection Lord of thy judgements let 's not make a sport For if we do thou 'lt surely plague us for 't A strange and true report of a Gentleman riding into the Countrey finding himself not well and what chanced to him on the way A Gentleman as true report doth tell Into the Countrey rode a while to dwell Finding himself saint he began to grieve And stripping up at last his doublet sleeve He found upon his arme some blew spots there Which like unto Gods tokens did appeare So spurs his horse and speedily he rides To the next town and there all night abides But yet before he went to bed 't is said In 's chamber he a good fire causde be made So when the Chamberlain had made a fire A payle of water he did then desire Then cal'd he for the best sheet in the Inne The which he wet and wrapt himself therein The sheet being wet and he starke naked in it About his body he did strait way pinne it Which being done away to bed he went The morning being come and the night spent He found himself well and his body cleare From all those spots which before did appeare Strange physick this may seem to many a one And yet he prov'd himself a good physitian But y●● my Doctor he shall never be Such physick sure would be the death of me And to conclude he paid most liberally For all he called for especially For his wet winding sheet and gave command To bury that some wet s●eet out of hand A yard deep in the ground or somewhat more Which was an honest care of him therefore And so ●or all things he gave them content Then takes his leave and so away he went The sheet was buried too immediately But covetousnesse would not let it long lye Vnder the ground then buried as it were But took this sheet up without wit or feare And all of them that were so fool-hardy That sheet to take up of