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A16817
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A dialogue betuuixt a cittizen, and a poore countrey man and his wife, in the countrey, where the citizen remaineth now in this time of sicknesse written by him in the countrey, who sent the coppy to a friend in London ; being both pitifull and pleasant.
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T. B. (Thomas Brewer)
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1636
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STC 3717.5; ESTC S241
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at their comming in But withall put them in minde of one thing to doe some good to the poore in the Country though now they do none here and all shall be well And you in the Countrey whose Barnes are full of Corne and whose fieldes are crow'nd with blessings You into whose Nostrilles the breath of Heaven suffers his wholesome ayre to passe to and fro to give you health and to make long lusty old age waite upon you at your Tables To you I speake your eies doe I wish to bée opened To looke backe at your hard and unkinde dealings with Cittizens in the two last great Sicknesses Remember how your Infidelity then hath beene punished since And therefore welcome the Sonnes and Daughters of London comming to you now as if they were your owne This Sicknesse call'd the Plague hath a quick foot and a stirring hand Yet blessed be the sender of this dreadfull Pursivant he has not béene too busie with us as yet Let your eyes but looke beyond Seas into other Citties and you will acknowledge the Almighties Mercy wonderously extended to us For those thrée punishments Sword Pestilence and Famine of which Davids Prophet bid him from an Angels mouth make his choyce of one doe at this instant hotly lay about them in some part of Italy In so much that for 4. Moneths Now in this Summer there have dyed of the Plague in Millan 30000. In Mantua 36000. In Parma 20000. And so in other Citties great number besides The soft wings of compassion all this while Cover us not that wée deserve to be spared but that out of his love God does spare us For in this last blow which hée gives us bée fights not with many old men he gives them time yet to repent nor with many young men hée winkes at their faults a while hoping they will bée wiser But looke over all your wéekely Bils ever since there dyed at first but one and you shall finde of Infants and young Children twenty for one snatched out of their Cradles because God will bée sure to increase his Saints in Heaven The king of kings when hée sées his time shorten and end these miseries and powre downe his wonted blessings on this Land This Citty us all AMEN Death NOw whither a Gods name run you 〈…〉 Why ride you here why trudge you there As though for fear you were agast come stay your iourney strait For doe you not know in field or town That I am a captain of high renowne So when I list I can beate you downe for still I lay in wait Consider then I pray you men What moves you thus to flie Come home again for I tell you plaine That here I could make you die Life What art thou every where to finde Fearefully thus thou comest to us With crueltie thou art inclinde for to pursue men still Thou wast in London when we came out Throwing thy deadly darts about And now in the Countrey thou art as stout to follow thy froward will What needest thou to make us bow The ayre is pleasant here The grasse doth spring the birds doe sing For Gods sake come not neare Death Oh weak of faith I see you are Consider and know what David doth show In the sixt Psalme his sayings are as thus it doth begin Good Lord in rage rebuke me not When thy displeasure is waxen hot For then we must needs go to the pot as herbs that be put in Crie mercie then you fillie men For wonderous weake you bee You are perplexed your bones are vexed As far as I can see Life O Lord our Soules are troubled sore Release our grief and send reliefe Have mercy as thou hadst before forgive our sinnes and save our lives Or else it little doth availe For death doth follow us at the tayle O let thy mercy still prevaile saue us like Bees in hives And thus we knowe it needes must go That thou maist have thy will Thou hast met us heere as doth appeere Which thought to have lived still Death Is not Iehova your chiefe defence For under his wings he keepes all things Then what have you need to run from hence if that your faith were strong Though the ayre be fresh and fields be greene And goodly fruites which you esteeme Yet I can come when least you deeme and lay you all along On Christ be bolde to take your holde Your anchour-holde is hee None other may this pestilence stay But all must come to mee Life Alas our flesh is fraile to see When Christ did grone and make such mone Besides the mount of Calvarie when thou approched'st neere And there did sweate both water and bloud And suffered death to do us good These things of thee are understood t was seene that thou wa'st there At last did hee both sinne and thee Tread downe and conquer too Which faith of his if we should misse Alas what should we doe Death I come not everie way a like Three darts in band I hold in hand The first is warre when I do strike in other Countries farre And I thinke all Belgia quakes at mee And Spaine you know hath not gone free 'T is much to speake of each Countrey for I turne them all to dust And here the rest shall be exprest Of two darts more in store Of Famins power which doth devoure Whole regions more and more Life Then the dart of Pestilence at the last Takes all in store were left before Oh spare us Lord wee le pray and fast and all our sinnes repent Vouchsafe to stay sweet Christ thy hand Vpon this sinfull English land And give us grace to understand these dangers to prevent 'T is time to pray that he away His indignation take Lord grant us grace in everie place Petitions for to make FINIS