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death_n	die_v	life_n	time_n	18,635	5	3.9362	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12600	A song or, story, for the lasting remembrance of diuers famous works, which God hath done in our time With an addition of certaine other verses (both Latine and English) to the same purpose.	Wilson, John, 1588-1667.	1626 (1626)	STC 22922; ESTC S117655	18,959	64

And on bent knees all in a fright Their sorrowes to expresse As they that found the Shepheards rod Their deuellish feats to quell All-trembling at the hand of God From their presumption fell Thus all their hopes were ouerthrowne And vtterly confounded And Popish-hunters in their owne Most cruell pit were pounded Catesby and Percy brethren sworne Were caught and pierc't together Backe ioyn'd to backe and all forlorne By one shot reaching thither Two Wrights that with their open might Against their King rebelled Of roisting rebells had the right By sword of Iustice quelled Garnett's to Gallowes garded sure Nor th' straw miraculous Where limmer drew his face demure Sau'd him from dying thus Digby did for their digging pay On Gibbit mounted vp Two Winters went the selfe same way And Keyes dranke of this Cup. Tresham had tred no other tracke If he had liu'd so long Grant had his grant the rebell-packe To end his life among Rookewood that would not better looke To hookes of baite-alluring Was faine like heauy doome to brooke With shame for euer during Fauxe like a Foxe was hanged high And Bates his strength abated Those that in treason ioyne must die The death of traitors hated They r ' dead we liue euen in their sight They r ' catcht we scap't away What should haue bin their day our night Is now their night our day Euen as those three renowned ones In furnace seuen times fired Were safe preserued flesh and bones Skin haire and cloathes vnseered The smoake deuouring at a licke All them and all entire Which in their malice were so quicke To cast them in the fire And as when Daniell was throwne Into the Lyons den They spared him but flesh and bone All-tore those wicked men So when three kingdomes with a blast From Babels flaming pit Were like to come to woefull wast Before they dream'd of it The Son of God that in the middes Of burning bush is dwelling Sau'd vs and kept his tender kiddes From clawes of Lions yelling Nay as if this vnto his Grace Had seem'd too small a thing He brought our foes into the place Where they vow'd vs to bring Alas if they had brought to passe The things they tooke in hand For Christ the Pope for Gospel Masse Had raigned in our land And euery where there had bin rife Rackes halters fire and stake Or priuie dungeon deaths by knife Hunger and poyson'd cake But God was pleas'd from bitter brunts Of Antichristian thrall To saue vs and to iust accounts Those bloody men to call Neuer since world began was thought Plot more abominable Neuer deliuerance was wrought More strange and admirable Our King was wise by a word to see Their secret deepe intent Wiser to seale that firme decree In Court of Parlament That yeere by yeere most solemne thanks Might to our God redound Who did the Popish power and pranks So mightily confound Heere to insert is not amisse Another later doome Which did befall long after this Some Romists in a roome Euen for this end that all the land More freshly might remember How God abhorr'd that plot in hand On fift day of Nouember For he is priuie to the rotten Frame of our thank-lesse minds And sees how all would be forgotten Without some fresher signes May 't please you but to reckon by Gregorian Kalendar Then will you say as much as I Am here to Register 1623. IN the one thousand yeare of grace six hundred twentie three Vpon Nouembers fift it was Some Papists did agree To meete vpon a Garret-flowre within Black-friers range Neere which the French Ambassadoure Lodg'd till this heauy change Two or three hundred thither flockt Crowding with eager lust The roome was full the doore vnlockt Some to the staires were thrust Who so repaire vnto the yard Or garden where they went Of this sad doome and vesper-hard May see the monument For 't was at Euen-song that they met Vpon the Lords owne day Which by his ordinance is set To teach vs in his way They came to heare Drury a Priest From Babell thither sent Who in his Iesuite-parrell drest Did there his matter vent Before his Sermon on his knees At his chaire feet he fell Which was rear'd vp by some degree That they might see him well There did he some short praier mutter As 't were an Aue mary No vocall praier did he vtter From vs perhaps to varie But presently fell to his Text Which was about the King Who pardon'd much to him that vext His mate for a small thing Out of which text he wringed this As some that heard him say T would goe withall such soules amisse As from their fold do stray Because forsooth their Sacraments As namely Penance doing To cancell are the Instruments What debts to God are owing He Preached by an hower-glasse An Embleme very apt To shew how neere the period was Of life by death intrapt Before the sand had run its course His breath was to be gon He made some way to his discourse But went no farther on The hand of God with sudden rush vpon the Chamber came And did the lesuite all-to crush i th' ruines of the same His soule before that heau'nly King Did answer for this action There learning best what is the thing That yeelds him satisfaction This sure I am vnlesse he did Sole Christ his pleader make And Popish merits farewell bid He could not chuse but quake With him well nigh an hundred more Men women one and other By fall of beames and vpper floore Were crushed in the smoother So much o th' Garret-flower fell As was aboue the place Where father Rediate had his Cell And Papists went to Masse But all their massing would not serue Their Priest or them at all They that from Scripture Canon swerue Must looke at last to fall Alas what shreekes follow'd their mirth What cryes most pittifull Like theirs whom once the gaping earth Into her wombe did pull Or like the dolefull noise of all That worshipt Dagons blocke On whom the house did rush and fall Whiles they did Sampson mocke Or like that dismall cry and groane Throughout the Egyptian coastes When in one night each first borne sonne Was slaine by th' Lord of hoasts Or like the Galilean moane When in sedition found The sacrificers saw their owne Blood spilt vpon the ground This sad disafter might enforce A stony heart to melt Which they in superstitious course Strongly beguiled felt Secrets belong vnto the Lord This we may well proclame What lies be damned in his word His works confute the same They went about to blaze abroad As if most cruelly Some of the Protestants by fraud Had wrought their miserie By secret drawing out of pinne Or sawing halfe asunder Some of the timber that was in The house to proppe it vnder But this 's a vaile that Satan cast Before their eyes to blind them Thereby from sight of iudgement past And due remorse to wind them For plaine it

was in strictest veiwe That by the peoples presse And sommeyrs mortazing vndue They came to this distresse And that Gods finger may appeare More plainly no foundation Nor wall did faile but all enteire The seeld roofe kept his station Oh then that those which did escape With feete out of the snare Might learne no more to runne or gape After such Romish ware And that we all might learne to flee From Babell and her dung Least for our filthinesse we be Into her sorrows flung But to returne whence I digrest Take the old stile or new Nouembers fift must be confest Worthy all-lasting viewe A day that iustlie was assign'd To the Almighties glory A day when all should call to minde The famous powder-storie But this not all to God belongs Nor do we praise him best By Sermons Prayers or lowd Songs Bels Bone-fires or by feast All these are good but somewhat elz Is of far better note When heart and life our soules and selues To him are all deuote God looked for 't that all estates Should mend what was amisse That truth and iudgement in our gates Should one another kisse But we alas did soone forgit The mightie workes of God Not growing better any whit By shaking of the rod Nor by the wrack beyond the sea Of Christian brotherhood Nor Banners that our foes displey Gainst Brittaines royall blood Nor by the safe returne againe Of our then-royall-Prince From his great venture into Spaine Nor his deliu'rance since When he was safe in falling downe By gard of Angels tended Nor his safe comming to the Crowne Rightly on him descended These workes of God could not suffice To draw vs from our sinning But still we kept the hue and size We had at the beginning This stirred vp the Lord of Hostes To ielousie and rage And made him smite againe our Coastes Not sparing any age 1625. IN the one thousand yeare of God Sixe hundred twenty fiue Was sent the Pestilentiall rod Our rockie hearts to riue In the chiefe Citty of the Realme It had the chiefest seate There like a sea to ouerwhelme Pride that was growne so great Or like a fire to purge away The drosse of hatefull sinne Or like a trumpet thence to fray The sleepe that soules were in The Queene of Cities wont to sit In Chaire of highest state Now sate in dust and lowest pit All sad and desolate The highest Court of Parlament To Oxford did remooue The Tearmers were to Redding sent Their Titles there to prooue Nor were the strangers strange alone To the infected City But her best louers all were gone And left her without pitty I meane the rich did flocke away And bad her streetes adew Except the poore which needes must stay There stayed but a few Nothing was heard but passing-bels And friends their friends lamenting Nothing but heauy dolefull-knells Death not at all relenting Nothing was seene but heapes of dead To feede the hungrie graue Or others lying sicke a bed No way their life to saue Some looked pale and some with paine Were forc't to raue and roare Some did the deadly markes sustaine And some the deadly sore In one yeares space or lesse then so From time the Plague began To what a number did they grow That death grip't in his spanne Sixtie two thousand at the least Sixe hundred seuenty seuen Were made appeare by deaths arrest Before the God of heauen Yea do but from Iunes second looke Vnto Decembers last Scarse shall you reade in English-booke Of like doome euer past Within this three months space alone As hath bin duly counted Fiftie three thousand ninetie one By Bills report amounted In London and the Liberties Sixe moe neere Parishes adde All the forenamed clos'd their eies And made their friends full sad More dyde in this than former pest By th' heauy hand of God In thirteene weekes to say the lest Eleuen thousand fortie and odde Of all which summes the greatest part By death departed thence Were pearced through with fire dart Of raging Pestilence If within and without one Cittie Walls Were found of men such lacke More then six myriades of soules Brought to so heauy wracke Oh then what was the wrecke and spoile Of all the land beside In Cities and in Country soyle Throughout the kingdome wide Trading grew dead and mony scant The rich doubting their state The poore were pinched sore with want All fear'd the dismall fate Men from their dwellings fled apace Where these night arrowes fell But picked halberdes in each place Were set them to repell The high wayes vnfrequented were Men feared all they met And many keeping home were there Caught in this spreading net High time it was that when the Lord Was thus to fury bent All of their sinnes so much abhorr'd should speedily repent Our Royall King right humbly fell Before the King of Grace In mourning weedes becomming well This sad and heauie case It pittied him to see his sheepe By flockes to fall away It made his very soule to weepe To see their quick decay Himselfe began and then he made His subiects all to fast Py Proclamation he forbade So long as plague should last All other workes vpon the day To fasting set apart That all at once might weekely pray To God with broken heart Thus all at once powr'd out their groanes To God in this restraint Filling both heauen and earth with mones And cries of their complaint And God which euer keepes his word Soone pittied our woes Bidding the Angell sheath his sword And slake his murdring blowes When in one weeke of sicknesse wanne Fiue thousan'a hundred fiue Dyde in the City then began The City to reuiue Yet after this in sixe weekes space Of Plague and Feuers sore Their died in the foresaid place full seuenteene thousand more But oh behold Gods mightie power To graue were carryed thence In Twelfe weeke after this no more But One of Pestilence Euen when the plague was spred at length Into the Cities heart Then did abate the raging strength And poison of his dart Right so the Iewish Church of old For Dauids proud presumption And for their owne rebellions bold falne in a quicke consumption Iust when the Angell stretch't his hand Ierusalem to stroy It pleased God no more their land with sicknesse to annoy Yea marke when those return'd agin That from the Cite fled And when the Country thicke came in To market boord and bed Who would haue thought but by and by The plague should be renewed Yet did it still most quiet lie As in a corner mewed Neuer was heard of such a change T was but few daies before The sicknesse vp and downe did range Scarse passing by a dore The very ayre it selfe might then Seeme to be quite infected Now Churches streetes shops houses men All sure and safe protected The eyes which had not before-seene The Cities desolation Could scarse beleeue that there had bin Such deadly visitation Sixe monthes are gone about at