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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13448	The fearefull summer, or, Londons calamity, the countries courtesy, and both their misery by Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1625 (1625)	STC 23754; ESTC S531	12,976	32

mechanically murther men Whose promises of cure like lying knaues Doth begger men or send them to their graues Now London for the sence of feeling next Thou in thy feeling cheifely art perplext Thy heart feeles sorrow and thy body anguish Thou in thy feeling feel'st thy force to languish Thou feel'st much woe and much calamitie And many millions feele thy misery Thou feel'st the fearefull Plague the Flix and Feuer Which many a soule doth from the body feuer And I beseech God for our Sauiours merit To let thee feele the Comfort of his Spirit Last for the solace of the smell or sent Some in contagious roomes are closely pen't Whereas corrupted Aire they take and giue Till time ends or lends liberty to liue One with a peice of tasseld well tarr'd Rope Doth with that no segay keep himselfe in hope Another doth a wispe of wormewood pull And with great Iudgement crams his nostrils full A third takes of his socks from 's sweating feete And makes them his perfume alongst the streete Whilst Billets Bonefire like and faggots dry Are burnt it'h streetes the Aire to purifie Thou great Almighty giue them time and space And purifie them with thy heauenly Grace Make their repentance Incence whose sweete sauour May mount vnto thy throne and gaine thy fauour Thus euery sence that should the heart delight Are ministers and organs to affright The Citizens doe from the City runne The countries feares the citizens doe shun Both feare the Plague but neither feares one iot Their euill wayes which hath the plague be got This is the way this sicknes to preuent Feare to offend more then the punishment All trades are dead or almost our of breath But such as liue by sicknes or by death The Mercers Grocers Silk-men Goldsmiths Drapers Are out of season like noone burning Tapers All functions faile almost through want of buyers And euery art and misterie turne Dyers The very Watermen giue ouer plying Their rowing trade doth faile they fall to dying Some men there are that rise by others falls Prophetick Augurists in vrinal is Those are right watermen and rowe so well They either land their fares in Heau'n or Hell But this much Reader you must vnderstand They commonly are paid before they land Next vnto him th' Apothecarie thriues By Physick bills and his preseruatiues Worme eaten Sextons mighty gaines doe winne And nasty Grauemakers great commings in And Coffin makers are well paid their rent For many a woefull wooden tenement The Searchers of each corps good gainers be The Bearers haue a profitable fee And last the Dog-killers great gaine aboundes For Brayning bawling currs and foysting hounds These are the graue trades that doe get and saue Whose grauity brings many to their graue Thus greiued London fill'd with mones and grones Is like a Golgotha of dead mens bones The field where death his bloudy fray doth fight And kills eight hundred in a day and night Faire houses that were late exceeding deere At fifty or an hundred pounds a yeare The Landlords are so pittifull of late They 'le let them at a quarter of the rate So he that is a mightie moneyed man Let him but thither make what hast he can Let him disburse his gold and siluer heape And purchase London 't is exceeding cheape But if he tary but one halfe yeare more I hope 't will be as deere as 't was before A Country cottage that but lately went At 4 markes or at three pounds yearely rent A Citizen whose meere necessity Doth force him now into the country fly Is glad to hire 2 Chambers of a Carter And pray and pay with thanks fiue pounds 2 quarter Then here 's the alteration of this yeare The Cities cheapnes makes the Country deere Besides another mischeife is I see A man dares not be sicke although he be Let him complaine but of the stone or gout The plague hath strooke him presently they doubt My selfe hath bin perplexed now and then With the wind Collick yeares aboue thrice ten Within the countrey I durst not repeate Although my pangs gripes and paines were great For to be sick of any kinde of greife Would make a man worse welcome then a theefe To be drunke sick which er'st did credit winne Was fear'd infectious and held worse then sinne This made me and many more beside Their greifes to smother and their paines to hide To tell a merry tale with visage glad When as the Collick almost made me mad Thus meere dissembling many practis'd then And mid'st of paine seem'd pleasant amongst men For why the smallest sigh or grone or shreike Would make a man his meat and lodging seeke This was the wretched Londoners hard case Most hardly welcome into any place Whil'st Countrey people where soe're they went Would stop their noses to avoid their sent When as the case did oft most plaine appeare 'T was onely they themselues that stunke with feare Nature was dead or from the countrey runne A Father durst not entertaine his sonne The Mother sees her daughter and doth feare her Commaunds her on her blessing not come neere her Affinity nor any kind of kinne Or ancient freindship could true welcome winne The Children scarcely would their Parents know Or if they did but slender duty shew Thus feare made nature most vnnaturall Duty vndutifull or very small No freindship or else cold and miserable And generally all vncharitable Nor London letters litle better sped They would not be receiued much lesse be read But cast into the fire and burnt with speed As if they had bin Hereticks indeed And late I saw vpon a Sabaoth day Some Citizens at Church prepar'd to pray But as they had bin excommunicate The good Church wardens thrust them out the gate Another countrey vertue I 'le repeat The peoples charity was growne so great That whatsoeuer Londoner did die In Church or Churchyard should not buried lie Thus were they scorn'd despised banished Excluded from the Church aliue and dead Aliue their bodies could no harbour haue And dead not be allow'd a Christian Graue Thus was the countryes kindnesse cold and small No house no Church no Christian buriall Oh thou that on the winged windes dost fit And seest our miserie remedy it Although we haue deseru'd thy vengeance hott Yet in thy fury Lord consume vs not But in thy mercies sheath thy slaying sword Deliuer vs according to thy word Shut vp thy Quiuer stay tay angry tod That all the world may know thou art our God Oh open wide the gate of thy compassion Assure our soules that thou art our Saluation Then all our thoughts and words and workes wee 'le frame To magnifie thy great and glorious name The waies of God are intricate no doubt Vnsearchable and passe mans finding out He at his pleasure worketh wonderous things And in his hand doth hold the hearts of kings And for the loue which to our King he beares By sicknes he our sinfull country cleares That