Επιλοιμια επε OR THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence A POEM In three Parts Describing The deplorable Condition of the City of London under its merciless dominion 1665. What the PLAGVE is together with the Causes of it As also The Prognosticks and most Effectual Means of Safety both Preservative and Curative By William Austin of Grayes-Inne Esq London Printed for Nath. Brooke at the Angel in Cornhill 1666. The Printer to the Reader I Have no suspition or thought at all that after a considerate and thorough perusal of this little Book you will repent of your pains or remain unsatisfied and therefore forbear to court your approbation All I have to say might well have been put in the Title were it not for giving it an unfashionable length I shall onely tell you that this Poem was written at the earnest request of some very worthy persons into the Countrey at that time of the Sickness when the Mortality in London was so great that waving what was generally believed that they not to scare the City from its self were afraid to own and publish half the number of the dead according to the account of the usual Bills there dyed seven or eight thousand a Week with some hundreds over and above An Affliction never to be forgotten and a Subject worthy to be dedicated to eternall Posterity Errata Those most material that the Reader before perusal is desired to correct are these PAge 8 l. 19 for stool-ball read stoball p. 14 l. 16. ◠〈◊〉 good r. make us good p 27 l. 10 f jâ—â—k â— sack p. 40 l. 6 put †for * l. 19 for †put * l 22. â—or â— pu◠†p. 45. l. 10 f. all â— call p. 55 l. 1. for ason â— cauâ—â—â— Those less considerable are these Pagâ— 3. 〈◊〉 24 foâ— musicke hill read musicke bill p 4. 〈…〉 dâ—es then r. dies then p 8 l 3 for warâ—â—â—â—â— â— waâ—fare p. 10. l. 17 â—or smâ—ling r. â—impâ—ing p 11 l. 26 for comon r. common p. 12. l 6 â—oâ— to have r â— hâ—ve p 18. l 5. for were r. are l. 18. for crumb â— â—rummâ— p 32 l. 17 after armes put a comma Adde his siqua sint similia THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence In the Year of our Lord 1665. Part 1. DRawing a Map of this sad place my quill Seems in the frightful hand that writes a Will We can't abscond or shew our Tyrant-fears But in black robe of mourning characters If you agrade such fitly then the while You 'l with your tears to grace them mix a smile And no less justly look they should be made To have like day or emblem light and shade Others to whom the thoughts of Death seem dull Like bits cram'd down the throat when belly 's full May know they spirit or clear eye-sight lack Or eyes have none who cannot look on black And he who now dares not be chearful hath Great scruple doubtless but small heart or faith Then whilest I write Lifes hasty post grim Death Hold not my pen nor come to stop my breath One fully resolute no where to ramble Now life so doubtful is needs no preamble Fancy But stay lest this offence may give We should ask leave to write as well as live Some Politicians silence charge when grief Backt with our healths chief foes hath plaid the thief From Physick prove their rule that those fare best Who very sick lie still and speak the least Wisely sure treat on rost meat when they finde Butcher and Cook have blandished their minde If faring ill differs from well their skill Judging of other flesh will thwart their will That Royal Sir who had for happy lot Gods heart and King of politicks begot When his great breast within was orb of fire The breath his silence kept in flam'd it (a) Psal. 3â— 2 higher And he who by afflictions did commence The Oracle of â—acite patience Saw his contrasted victory o're death Lay in the vocal vertue of his breath His tyrannous malignant dolours gave No other choice to him but speech or (b) Job 13 19. grave When nothing else will do complaint prevails While pain with vapor from the mouth exhales (c) John 1.9 Confession oft saves life when we endure The smartest sores our crying turns the cure Deep (d) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 occultarc morbumâ— fuâ—â—slum wound to hide and lock up closely will Such safety be as to preserve it still In dang'rous sickness then to hold ones peace Is like mute sleep to nourish the disease Your * Sâ—â—â— of fancy septum lucidum a while yet keep Lockt to our woe do'nt grudge us time to weep Who think our setting sun most fitly seems So painted as to cast his longest beams That Plague with Cause and Cure most modey goes When in a large grave cloak of mourning prose Such on the subject will refuse to hear Metre Apollo twitches by the ear He who with smiling chear on musicks hill Playes to the sick his therapeutick Skill Invigors flaccid body drooping soul With his illustrious rayes and chants them whole He licence gives who Poët and Musician The pleasant is all-curing God Physician 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Inventum medicina suum est opisexque per orbem Dicitur herbarum subjecta potentia vati Ex illo didicerunt funera primum Differre gelidae vitare pericula mortis Fancy when blub-cheek't Boreas does strain To make a dreadful tempest on the Main When the Sea Arms in mutiny require Oceans to quench their element of fire Waters on waters horridly are laid As first they lay before the World was made Pretending ne're to be suffic'd with men They gape as if they 'd gorge the world agen Their gulfey mouths rocks open and provoke Opposing Rocks with deaâ—'ning noise and smoke Wave murthers wave then suddenly does burâ— With briny thirst to be its neighbours urne This drinks that 's blood dies then anew does rowlâ— As if it had imbib'd the others soul. Iupiter Neptune Mercury together Joyn as of old to wander God â—nows whither Neptune with all his forces does arise To take Auxiliaries from the Skies The bottom of the Sea confusely thrown Upward contemns the mountains in the Moon Deep answers deep the waters there and here Above and under heaven compose one sphere When rabid winds like Furies wak't from sleep Design the ruine of poor floating ship O're Hell the billows boiling how the wrack Inebriates the mates with toil and tack Some torn from mast a while with sails proud top They flye and then like Icarus they drop Others reel from the bark on either hand And sink where faithless Peter could not stand Here one with fear freely resigns his breath Another there tir'd out is forc't to death Ralph hastily following Clem's call and beck Justles 'gainst Sam and thumps him over deck Like the known sport on Venice bridge or boat A * Two Fâ—ctions in Venice that at a set time in
of the sheet when friends have sold his bed Another not being us'd to silent life Calls daughter Doll maid Sue and Kate his wife At last they come and gape to what is said Like unlearn'd clowns that hear a letter read They cry for help as if they had disgrace By lying there or did not like their place They seem as favours to the world agen Sent to convert their * Luke 16.28 sinful brethren We fear no grave if we may dying for though Buried to day we may arise to morrow The day of judgement can be no surprizâ— For graves gape wide and the sepulchred rise By grinning heads that are beâ—ore us hurl'd From thence we 're scorn'd and â—louted from the world Dâ—ath shews us not hâ—s teeth to scare but kill As morglayes bare'd to execute his Will These when our plotting heads would work our pride To great designs our policy deride When we laugh much our fellow sceleton Shews us our sides we hold from bone to bone When the world makes us sigh lament cry Memento mori's alwayes in our eye The Stygian lake receives agen new birth And makes proâ—ound eruptions from the earth Brimstone Vâ—suvius and AEâ—na have Vaste †GaeÌ„ta a grâ—at gâ—ping mountâ—in betwâ—â—n Româ— anâ— Naplâ—s supposed to be clâ—ft assundâ—r by an â—arthquakâ— Gaetanâ—an channels in each grave Heaven rains down scorpions while the eartâ— presumes To stifle us with deletery fumes We cannot quench or cool that flaming breath The air swells up our lungs with but by death In our choice drink we do the Lethe taste And our dear bread is made of arsnick paste The flesh we eat gives us with strength buâ— poweâ— To feed thoâ—e greedy wolves our hearts devour We 're as AEgystus sons or such cross guest Found in the wilderness a dying feast We stew â—ake boil with such success to folloâ— To those that eat as when there 's * 2 Kings 4.40 mors in olls Warm vest like robe of Hercules was wet In Nessus blood procures deaths icie sweat Each thing Paul said was †1 Cor. 10.23 lawâ—ul though noâ— fiâ— Now 's so forbid we dye by touching it Letter of friend long life and perfect health Gives us in wish takes both away by stealth Though 't bring us gold as Palamede's each groat Is for the carriage paid to Charoâ—s boat It treason shows and payes us our last meed While sadly we our condemnation read We finde by this exitial surprâ—ze The whole Creation's turn'd our enemies And to speak our condition at the best Our City 's meerly but great house of Pest. To seem though foes to all t' our selves good friends Holding all day our noses by the ends Some mixed drugs or herbs together bound We smell as if we stank above the ground Our rooms with sulphure fumes are smoke't and air'd As if for Purgaâ—ory we prepar'd Our life of which we can be sure of no where So passive is we do not act but suffer We who are not permitted yet to die Seem left as dregs mâ—erly to putâ—esiâ— As broken hose one by misfortune rends At ev'ry touch ready to run to eâ—ds As tainted eggs the parent birds will not Brood longer on so addle we and rot We who of late prais'd heaven for victories Now beg our lives to conquer that with cries After our joy tears sighs and prayers these Make us concern'd to write upon our knees Forelorn and wretched we who now remain Suddenly are as exuls caught and slain Our lethal curse making our friends afear'd Like wounded deer we 're horn'd off from the heard God leaves us too Hell falls from heaven while thus The Devil rains his kingdom upon us Sad case could any fitly make appear No humane judge were great enough to hear And ten to one who thus employ their breath Like swans they do but sing before their death Tali spiramine Nesis Emittit stygium nebulosis aëra saxis Antraque letiferi rabiem Typhonis anhelant Lucan l. 6. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 OR THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence Part 2. THat flame Prometheus image did inspire Upward from whence it came still sends its spire To heaven where th' Intellect feasting its wish Findes at the board uncover'd ev'ry dish No aporetick qualm nor taper light Sconvolge its taste nor tantalize its sight But to the eye each thing more lucid seems Then if the sun lent it his feasting beams The hungry palate findes its full content Not more by pleasure than by nutriment Mans noble soul can never be confin'd To any lower region than his minde Iudgement his other faculties would call Together for due tribute from them all In ev'ry object of his sense and eye View with meridian light the what and why Till then if he be melancholly shows Like one wears legasie of mourning clothes And if dispos'd to mirth appears to be Like one with others laughs for company He 's as unsatisfi'd as when dry bone Is brought to whetted teeth to nabble on As if were set a vaulting horse or stile To carry traâ—eller two hundred mile Here then disease we 'l meddle with as much As that permits so dangerous to touch What Plague is we will search in ev'ry nook As far as one can into mill-stone look And when w' have seen whence Natures sovereign laws Findes this rebellious lay down the Cause Some think a mustled hand may well restrain Plague's power though 't does like tyrant bramble reign And if in haste to make a graceless feast It greedily feed upon man and beast Yet since it is under heavens cope consign'd To mortals therefore look it be desin'd One ventering at it once like witâ—h about He searches for each pois'nous herb and root Whatever of venesick force may seem To make him call it Feaverish extream Which said he sees a number go to pâ—t Felt but lukewarm so neither cold nor hot No thirst there no heat symptoms naught to call Feaverish pulse unless their sudden fall In others plague-struck findes strong drink and meat Befriend their spirits his judgement cheat Then he concludes he best may â—et it out As to go home the farthest way about And since plague is so perillous to touch That he should keep off from it very much Or like one sitting leveret hath found He ought for fear to keep a compass round So he as one at noon had lost the sight Of Hecate points at her in the night As who a punctum could not see or hair With arrow hit at rovers shoots in th' air He sayes 't is bodies wrack hearts vâ—lture pain Bane to the blood confusion to the brain Not leprosie nor scurvy itch nor pox But such a thing scap't from Pandora's box Such is his sense For some hold 't is dispraise And wrong to Author to purlâ—in his phrase 'T is Edens cursed fruit we may believe Such as we cannot throughly know and live So that one who the judgement will not bribe With
sad foul weather made their fair The onely thriving trade that one can tell here Lives by the dead as Hangman Coffin-seller You judging of this mystery must know That sturdy Smith who lives by thump and blow Shoemaker Chandler Glover Baker Grocer And she makes shirts lives by Yes and No Sir All these with almost eve'ry money-taker Are summ'd and tomb'd up in a Coffin-maker As each Disease when the Plague rages is Turn'd to the Plague so all trades turn to this At ev'ry door stand marshall'd in array Biers as greenboughs are planted there in May. Trades would be blam'd for going out of town They take our Cities glorious Standard down That Standard Fame for news shews forreign Kings Each new day and relyes upon for wings Enchants Erinnyes Snakes with rage to greet Each other till their Cadmus teeth do meet Can e're they Londons interest repay Though they should work on ev'ry Holy-day Do they want tools or make they tail of bricks That to the woods they go to pick up sticks Do they now for the want of Prentises To Countrey go to be supply'd with these To their new streets inhabitants to win Fly they as Coy-ducks to bring others in As tir'd and heartless must they take their ease And like poor land lie fallow to encrease Or should the grass in ev'ry street be seen Florid and verdent as in Bedlam-green With vacive houses do they lay a wile For wandring Iews usurp them may the while Or sayes some Prophet that great Turkish racâ— They may beget by changing of their place No no who 'l neither pitty nor excuse Others great loss deserves himself to lose You 'd scarce count such an Artisan discreet Knows how to use his hands and not his feet When ev'ry one into the Countrey flyes Trades here are wheels without their axel-treeâ— Th' imbellick and meticulous they were By th' ancient laws exempted from the war It is not alwayes fear makes men retire Nor alwayes cold that drives them to the fire Muff upon glove and gate with door to house Speak pleasure mode convenience grace and use Who hath good words will spare some to his neigbour And bless as well those rest as those that labour Who by hâ—s birth and calling too is free Hath double right to lawful liberty Well bak't bread hath good crust as well as crumb And he writes best that hath his elbow rome They get by their departure no disgrace The place did not make them they made thâ— placâ— Men honour have not places unless those Where we bare head or pull off hose and shoes His place must out of measure him bewitch Makes altar that does daily kiss his breech When any at deaths point their dear lives crave What power ha's that idol then to save City should such preserve who give it fame Which from those 't would destroy it cannoâ— claim If they be rich long service ushers gain That bows low to their hand and thanks their brain If they have honour 't is not their renown More then their labours crops vertues crown When calm bright day with beauty to express The most resplendent robe in glory's dress Varying her look and tire with lightning thunder Hail wind clouds changes admirers wonder What fault have those whose luckless dwellings lie For quarter to such plundring enemy Yet all for sake not home but thousands stay Who ne're go out of Parish bounds to pray Haply as who 'd not wish when plague is o're May most be blest to multiply a score London's not in Cimmerian darkness then But robb'd of light to be return'd agen It s richly furnisht buildings seem to th' eye Like ships that in safe port at anchor lie Principle ' bides secure from all abuse Onely a while it wants a little use Who with malignant sickness is at strife Ha's hardest task can be in humane life None learns to tutour Fate nor can be said Lord of his life with master of his trade Who needs will cavil when the sea a pace Poâ—ts o're the bank he sits should keep hâ—s place Or when he sees some fire-drake does assail His face neither hide that nor turn his tail Abroad we see huge Pindus's of men spight As if the deluge were to fall agen While prais'd be God he from Fates rage and Tenderly keeps unquencht our Israels light We 're lâ—ke that people when the vulgar throng Took the dimâ—nsions of * Deut. 12 8. right and wrong We'd clamor at those mounts but that we know The vales would loudly eccho bacâ— our woe And e're we can with words our envious pride Advance our stolid vanity deride They should be blam'd did not our reasons seem To call them back in a sophistick dream Can aught within arts verge be found or made To whâ—t our wit or judgement to perswade We should be blam'd and we our selves should blame Did not confession aggravate our shame And make our own insimulating breath Sub'tly ally us to a double death 'T is not our stay but our disorder'd pranks Betray our lives like troups have broke their ranks Such are our frantick fits they cry to have For whip and scourge no Bedlam but the grave We who remain seeing each attinent Deaf to our kindest words remove his tent Friends were as dear as flesh can be to bone Or heart to bosome leave us all alone That when we have the greatest need to use Their friendship then the love-knot should unloose In bitter windes when 't hails and rains and snows Then to be rob'd and stript of all our clothes That men and money temper'd are alike As cold to help as hard to move or strike That we should find our richest heaps so scant That they but serve to minde us of our want As one to Westminster some stranger brings To view the wealthy Sepulcher of Kings The beauteous bulk countenance of wealâ—h Personless and without the soul of health That our bags when most heavy should be found Onely of weight to weigh our hearts to ground Since th' eye assures us now we must not think 'T will look on us unless in paint or ink And th' ear no other words from us will hear But such as may be currant with its fear Takes from our mouths onely such gales as may Carry its rocking vessel forth our bay T' expect succour from son as well one mâ—ght Dayes sun expect at deadest time of nâ—ght Who seeks one for his blessing as his son For blessing comes to Church when Church is done No mothers tender hand nor pitteous smile Over her own dear bowels while they broil No wife to comfort With the body heart First dies as senselesâ— then head dies apart Sister brother husband not more disclaim Their kindred then the hearing of their name In their assistance all no better are Then th' empty eccho answers from afar In neighâ—ours house we think to give our mone That â—ase and scope it findes not it our own
Would of the world but take leave e're they go So up and down among the rest they crowd Now in then out as sun that 's under cloud To earth perswade us with touch sigh and groan As if 't were mortal sin to die alone Swarming like beeâ— on ev'ry hâ—rb they fall Not to get honey but disperse their gall Estâ—em it light where ever they resort If they revive Ioab and Abners sport As in a dance where many go the round One falling pulls down others to the ground Coaâ—hes and Carts our plague in health we are Free from as if the stones they must not wear And these as clean from use are kept as though Ev'ry dâ—y were to be the Lord Majorâ—â—how The coaches left scare us to see them come In mourning towards us like gaping tomb So sorrowful a spectacle to one They seem as body when the soul is gone They look as if they penitently mourn'd Because they had their mâ—sters overturn'd For sake of business pastime friend or wife Carried him quite beyond the stage of life As if not ghost as is the common talk But when a man is dead his house must walk So sadly do they look and mope about As if pleasure were turn'd the inside out Those open shops sell any ware or stuff In Cheapsiâ—e now do make it dear enougâ— They 're very few and that there may be madâ— Good bargain you 'l scarce find two of a tradâ— Most nail'd and lockt up are and seem to you Like picture buildings can't be lookt into Presents seal'd up and ready to be sent Where e're their Landlords are to take thâ—â—â— renâ— One gazing on them easily bâ—lieves Whose e're they be they 're very fit for thievâ—â— Stranger might think all the week long we keeâ— Some solemn feast as Holy-day of sleep That all the day we loâ—kt up night and lackt Nothing to know 't was noon but to be wakeâ— Did Cesar now enter our City gate His prize would make him think h' had fouâ—â— a cheâ—â— Doubtlesâ— he 'd loose it all and in derision Go out agen for want of opposition Our Câ—sh-bank's dry so little is there in 't That parts abrâ—â—d bring money to our mint Our treasury and glutted souls delight Devour'd such wealth now craves the Widows mite As if like * Gen. 42 35. corn sacks of the fathers so we Had fast when dead in our mouthâ— all our money As if t' appease the manes wiâ—h the dead All his whole substance too were buried Or for the last abuse of worldly store As if the rich did die to starve the poor So â—ast we die so poor live that what 's sent To feed us on our burials is spent Our gaudy robes can make no better bragâ— Then from each shire to be supply'd with rags Nature 's inverted For this place the heart Should feed is fed by ev'ry other part Unless you 'l say the waters from the Main To rivers run do but refund again But so our Ocean does the rivers need That most of us seem of truâ— beggars breed Strangers for alms we thankfully do greet Abroad and here beg of the next we meet Beggar hunts benefactor yet no worse He 'd handle him then meerly take hâ—s purse I have been sick these thirteen dayes sayes one And now like bird from nest am newly flown Good Sir another cries have pitty on me For I God wot have five plague-sores upoâ— me Thus benefactor fear'd dares make no stay So Charity with Iustice flyes away Two dayes and nights fires in our streeâ— did burâ— To light th' infectious spirits to their urn Three dayes by order they should have beeâ— therâ— But to be out of pain of life and fear Like niggards who to their last end arrive We would not be at so much charge to live The fires were after president of such Old grandsires knew what fire was by thâ— toucâ— But the Plague being in our flagitious lives And as the creature that in fire survives God with our sacrifice would not be pleas'd The physiâ—k e're should touch the part diseas'â— By night and day the dead walk evâ—â—â— wherâ— As if thâ— day of doom drew very near DiÌ„s shows us his black princes in the dead Being more tall then others by the hâ—â—d As they are softly carried on their way Death seems to make triumphant â—oly-day Many attend them to the graves are taught How to come there next day so then arâ— broughâ— As if sins punishment with sin did meet To be alike infectious and sweet Thus as such in their duty are well read We do but let the †Non â—st vivere â—ed valeâ—â— vita dead bury the dead The doleful Parish-bell all night and day Beating as pulse its sickness does betray Mortality all sermonâ— does contain As ev'ry silver â—ountain courts the Main All divine rayes are center'd in this text As amply round us â—preads as heavens convex T' illustrate holy Scripture well his breath Best does it to the life best sets forth death The Gospels full summe and epitomy To prove life's warfare is Prepare to diâ— In this the graves great â—ubile we choose No place but Church-yard for our rendesvouze We need not when our liâ—e beginâ— to fail Fall straight to dig our graves with tooth and nail Nor stay till we are by some long disease Consum'd we may in grave walk when we please Who goes from street to street in City roamâ— â—ike the possessed man among the tombs No subtle wit th' â—â—fernal God betrayes Whose palace gate lies open nights and dayes His meskites porch opens to all that come To sâ—ay and be prepar'd to hear their doom There we receive the vapour and thâ— stâ—am Of those we lost before so follow them Graves mouths gape wide along our way to force At least invite us to our lives last course And that a lonely place may not displease They 've room to welcome many families Though we before our exit from the womb Lay there alone we 're crowded in the tomb Wisely they leave graves open to the dead 'Cause some too early there are brought tâ— bâ—â— Those there we thought bid us their last adiâ—â— Before they can repent are born anew They wa-king speak thinking they may be bold Wanting their clothes to say they are a cold One out of trance return'd after much striâ—e Among a troup of dead exclaims for life One finding himself as some mâ—id hard lace't Or as â— Watch for pocket straitly case't Equally terrifi'd with pain and fear Complains to those can neither speak nor heaâ— One having broke his elbows heels and toeâ— Continues on thâ— alarum with his nose Another he instead of lice and fleas Feeling himself worse pincht in little ease Dejected with arms hanging whines a ditty Like pris'ner goes to suffer Psalm of pitty Having with cold and speaking lost his throat Makes noise as bird that sings his rural note One too too weak to raise his aking head Throws
Stock still because the birds were slown away No talk of Pest in all this time and bed Did nothing know but that the Pest was dead When ouâ—ter came to use the bed h 'had bought So his of â—ight as any would have thought Pest wake't prov'd the possession for three year And turn'd the Plaintiff out of bed to bier As well we this may credit as bancheer Able to spend a thousand pounds a year For if bane long can stay where it does meet Opposing forces from the bodies heat Much longer well may it continue where No dog once opens mouth to bait the bear If many (a) Theoph. lib 9 de hist plant â— 16 poisons given be that need A time of many moneths to come to seed If (b) Albert. magn l. 7 dea'imal â— 2. mad dogs bite lay twelve years as unknown As millers thumb within a marrow-bone And if (c) Mercurial â— 14 depe l. prâ—â—â— 2 such hurt one could not finde till he Might one each year have got Thespiadae Why may not some where then contagious pest For many suns and moons conserve its nest And if in ev'ry glass wine daily shows Small nimble sparks cut capers to the nose Such as by meer smell can compell the brain To ape the gambols of some giddy vein If smoke be from the fire exhalâ—d if stream Be lawful offspring of the fruitful stream If flâ—wers and herbs do fragrant odours spread And with their spicy breath perfume their bed None think the Pest can't give her atome birth That shows a womb as open as the earth But must believe the bounteous airy skie City of refuge free to all that flye That fumes and vapours makes communicable Not from the altar more then from the stable Gives these as ev'ry other wandring drove Like full consent of liberty to rove That they to all antigonize their merit Giving the qualities that they inherit Thus as to those twin-brothers Mars begaâ— The wolf was parent cause subordinate So to have sound a Lupa to this Curse If not a Mother yet at least a Nurse Those that with watchful eyes and listening ears Attend the silent musick of the sphears Affirm our earths discord and harmony Answers to theirs and 's meerly sympathy Our mirth and melancholly both come down From great Celestial bodies smile and srown As our hearts joy and lifes most sweet solace Are rayes eâ—llux from their benign grace So war dearth plague fall as tempestuous rain From the malignant clouds of their disdain Our spindle in its action must cease As they the hands governing fingers please Like ropeing leads of â—lock to earth we may Guided by them our 〈◊〉 wheel above To speak the power of stars what e're does master Our wish with cross success we call disaster Their vertue who denies with Dido's leather May binde the years four seasons all together As not the least of all his vaunts may say His worthy beard is neither green nor gray That Autumn suits in humour and desire With Spring and Summer sits by Winters fire The * Psalm 19. heavens and firmament most skilful be In the Almighties glittering herauldry In hierogliphick characters there stand The fairest printed wonders of his hand Well may he welcome be to heaven who rears Himself up thither by a stair of stars To body as we ulcer finde or shame To reputation Plague to soul 's the same 'T is such a witness proves sin capitall And is the harvest season to its fall When from above we 've such a fatal touch We 're taught we look upon the earth too much When by him made us we will not be found Our dearest friends then hide us under ground Infallibly they 're Atheists must endure Such viper stripes no humane hand can cure Plague's Gods artillery thunders our fate With his design not to capitulate Storm may show his displeasure but when fire Must make that storm who then will doubt his ire Other plagues lightly follow at his word Pest not unless his Angel draw his sword They 're palmers rods men have at their command To chasten with Plague's Gods own heavy hand Celestial bow of wrath and vengeance when All-powerful Lord of host makes war with men 'T is †Levit. 18. 25. Death wages of sin that none pretend That payes him not by which he hath his end 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 OR THE ANATOMY OF THE Pestilence Part 3. T Is not enough when life must fade away Its glass being run to see old Time make hay To stand o're heart-sick neighbour as he lies And wash his rancid ulcers with our eyes Behold the sword of wrathful Providence And read his venger in the present tense T is not enough when Time ha's made escape To turn our heads and view his naked nape To stare into obscure expanded jaws Of Pestilence to know it in its cause The point's how we should be hereafter Time Present and past should into future climb Who Plague as Pox deride will ne're finde it Cur'd as imposthume by a laughing fit Wound probâ—d ia'd wide and naked to the eye Can gape for nothing then but Charity E're 't is apply'd that it may best redound T' effect let plagues precursors lance the wound Ev is forewarn'd we better can endure And give a kinder welcome to their cure When sense will neither heed what 's show'd or said No wonder body 's destin'd to be dead Who credit not their faithful eye nor ear Unjustly will recriminate their fear When dogs combine in numerous company And arm themselves to make a mutiny They 're such prâ—saging heraulds make appear Plague is to follow victor in the rear And all that time here Rebels made an head How many dogs devour'd the childrens bread E're Plague sets out to visit place itâ— mouth Sends message from the cloudy rainy south And in our wars what melkin did we finde As if hot baths sweated the air and winde When Mars and Saturn joyn they but contest Who shall doe most to introduce the Pest. And then the rage of sword and power of spite Could all things do but share usurped right When Plague would sit in throne its general Phrensie before prepares the Capitoll And we saw by our State mens lunacy Each had as many heads as Hecate Our siderated government did wane After the cheating moonshine of their brain †Evagr. l. 4. c. 25. When Plague's design'd to sease a man he sees Like one who ca'nt distinguish men from trees As Captain who endeavours to surprize A fort or camp first takes the scouts and spies And in our wars such blindness did bewitch Our Seers as to lead us into ditch Owls eagles steeples stables seem'd Their seeing Gave ev'ry object meer Vtopian being Th' had Idol-eyes for show not sight and that Dazled not more by water then by fat Our brightest and most noble part of all Vilely converted into washing-ball Direful prognosticks reckon all that are As our rebellion's