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The vveeping lady: or, London like Niniuie in sack-cloth Describing the mappe of her owne miserie, in this time of her heauy visitation; with her hearty prayers, admonition, and pious meditations, as the occasions of them offer themselues in her passion. Written by T.B.
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T. B. (Thomas Brewer)
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To which be pleas'd to Bow And what their prayers did then let ours doe now With this Exhortation to her Sonnes in the briefe Enumeration or Repetition of some things formerly spoken by way of Allusion Shee Concludes HEare then my Bells call to the Church and Death Reuiew my Graues There the full point of Breath Know thy proud flesh a Prison to thy Soule The Crosse a Badge did Death and Hell controuse 〈…〉 thou the Lawe of Heau'ns eternall Loue The Acts and Statutes of that Court Aboue Loue thou the sights the blessed Angels see Serue thou the God with whom All pleasures be Obey his Royall Substitute thy King Let loue among you haue an endlesse Spring Leuell your words and Actions to the will Of Him has power to pardon or to spill And I shall soone be well and you in Me And I in you All our best wishes see The Authors comfortable Conclusion and thankfull Remembrance of Gods great mercies in the happy surcease of this dangerous Contagion and preseruation of those who are yet liuing THus much for this Cloude of miserie now to that gloriouâ— Sunne of Gods mercy which most graciously rising vpon vs hath begun to dissolue dissipate and dispell it in the decrease of those that dye of this heauily bewayled Contagion Vpon which looking let vs say with Dauid What shall I returne to the Lord c. Withall make this promise and zealously striue to performe it That that God that in his Anger remembers Mercy That desires not the death of a Sinner but rather than he returne and liue may continue this mercy to vs and speedily if it be his blessed will and pleasure say as he said to that destroying Angell in the time of his Kingly Prophet It is sufficient hold now thy hand That so we heere at home and those abroad that as if they could slye from God slew from vs may againe meete he decently merry Liue louingly assist one another willingly and finally that All together to him that of â—othing hath made vs that lost hath Redeemed vs that erring reduced vs that Ignorant hath taught vs that sinning hath gently chastised vs that dispayring hath comforted vs that falling hath raised vs that standing hath held vs that going hath lead vs that Comming hath receiued vs And that from this and many other dangers hath deliuered vs. Wee may shew our selues euermore thankfull still pray still praise him that so this span of Life ended we may falling in death rise againe to that Life that shall neuer end Foure things euer to bee Remembred Thinke on thy Sinne That thou maist grieue On DEATH That thou thy sin maist leaue The Last great Iudge That thou maist feare On MERCIE that thou not dispaire FINIS Towling night and day Digression The King his returne from Spaine The Queenes arriuall The neglect of our duties remembred Her Counsell to flye to him from him we cannot All things made for man man for God Deaths Triumph A great helpe to liue is to remember we must die The Wife The Husband Parents Children The summ of their misery Yes Prayer Our Crosse dealing one with another Our sinnes the cause of our fichnesse These Crosses the Badge of Death Her incitement to Prayer and â—oly duties The necesty of them ¶ Her Termes Her Parament LONDON Westminst Oxenford Her Petition ¶ Her Pageants What they should be What they shall be What they are Her briefe Petitions Of this Massacre in generall Whole Families taken away The Flight of Citizens Her Sons â—ith her â—ender Hearts anâ—uish for it 1. Her greeâ— for them that mind not Hers. 2. Met and stayed like Felâ—ons 3. Shew their Passes like Rogues Their enâ—tainmeÌ„t Marke 〈◊〉 miseâ—â— Hardly welcome Hard â—odging â— Their miseries in their sicknesse 9. The tendance 10. Many there as with vs dye in the common way 〈◊〉 Ditche The s 〈◊〉 God a Dâ—uell Her Apostrophe in Groues sighing His Proclamation is Falling an Prayer Niniu buckler Hezekiahs Prayer His life prolonged by Prayer 〈…〉
THE WEEPING LADY OR LONDON LIKE NINIVIE IN SACK-CLOTH Describing the Mappe of her owne miserie in this time of Her heauy Visitation with her hearty Prayers Admonition and Pious Meditations as the occasions of them offer themselues in Her PASSION Written by T. B. Lord haue mercy on vs. Weepe Fast and Pray Printed at London by B. A. and T. F. for MATHEVV RHODES and are to be sold by Nath Browne in the Long Walke neere Christ Church 1625. THE EPISTLE TO the READER COurteous Reader Briefly thus If looking in my Booke you see Men imprison'd in their owne Houses and abroad none if heere you see a multitude of Crosses and abroad none if heere their equall number of Bils with LORD HAVE MERCIE VPON VS and abroad none and shall say Thus they haue beene but are not I answere That they Haue is enough why they are not I know not that they yet might be we all know in the losse of Husbands Wiues Children Seruants Kindred our Neighbours and common Acquaintance A wound smarts no lesse couer'd then discouer'd For some decrease in the number let vs praise God and pray to God for the continuance of this mercy begun till this sad Visitation be ended My intent in erecting this poore Monument of Misery was to make this Ladies Teares out-liue Her Teares That when by the infinite Mercies of God they shall bee wip'd off and all Her Sores made whole we may in the view of this and other more worthy Remembrances of Her re-view them in them those infinite Mercies and in both be made mindfull of them end eternally thankfull for them Which God grant Thine THO BREVVER Lord haue mercy on vs. Weepe Fast and Pray TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVLL GENErous and euer-worthy Louer of Goodnesse and Pious Endeauours WALTER LEIGH Esquire SWORD-BEARER to the Honourable LORD-MAIORS of this Famous Citie of LONDON Right Worthy Sir A Sad Sharer of the common miseries of these sad times prompted by his owne Sorrowes ha's though too weak a Pencil-Man for such a Piece vndertaken to draw that Sorrow to the Life that ha's drawne many thousands to Death my Title speaks my meaning The Wounds of this VVEEPING LADY To haue drawne Her in her Health the Idea or Conceptions of the most pure and pregnant VVits might haue been deficient such was Her Beauty Her Splendor such were her change of Colours Glorious within and without in Embroydered Garments But now such is her Change Shee ha's no Change wearing only one Suit and that the sad habit of Mourning In thus presenting Her I present you with nothing but grones Sighs tears shreaks folding of armes bearing of brests wringing of hands pale looks deiected eies bleeding hearts most heauy bitter condolements How vnpleasing this might be to many I am not ignorant but imboldned by that of the Preacher The Heart of the Wise is in the House of Mourning c. my hopes are faire of her fauorable and gracious receiuing To whom better to present this Lady of so many Honourable Lords then to your worthy Selfe I know not your Worship hauing been to many now to This Her Last equall in fame with any from Her First a prime and much respected Officer beating the Sword that most impartially guards Her and wounds Her Enemies Shee is now on the mending hand and our hope in Him that what he wil doe can doe is strong for the dayly decrease of her sorrowes the speedy returne to Her solace and fulnesse of Beauty and lustre For which among many Thousands of Her afflicted Sons and Daughters incessantly praying I rest Euer Bound to your VVorshiâ—â— pleasure T. B. THE WEEPING LADY OR LONDON LIKE NINIVIE in SACK-CLOTH IERIM 9.21 Death is come vp into our windowes and entered into our Houses LIke tender Plants beate with too great a showre Or like a Tree that 's blasted or a Flowre Pluckt from the Roote Decembers gloomy shade The Sunne ecclips'd Youth to disease betraid Or like to any thing that Chance or Time Or Heauens iust Anger scourges in the Prime Disroabing it of Ornament of Grace And seating what 's opponent in their place Sits now the Mistresse Lady of her kinde That Queene whose Beauty did attract the minde Of All to see it to admire to loue And in their Functions serue it to approue Her worth and their owne duties ó like these Or sadder Figures of Her sad disease Lies London now beate blasted wither'd shooke Of strangers pittied of Her owne forsooke But to diuide Her sorrowes and to bring The wounds sighes teares and each particular sting Of Her afflicted Bosome to your Eye Liues not in my Intention Nor if I Had such a Will had I the power to speake My Griefe for Hers too strong makes me too weake Her selfe doe that for what 's in Sorrowes breast The Bearer of it can decipher best I onely drawe the Curtaine and thus show This Queene of Cities now the Queene of woe London the Anatomizer of Her owne miseries as out of a broken slumber thus speakes HOw saine would Sorrow sleepe But as my Head Would touch the Pillow of that downy Bed The mournfull sound of sighings of deepe groues Vision of Teares and vniuersall mones That doe present themselues before me keepe That Comfort from me and command me weepe Her Bells continually Towling O Heare the Instruments my soule did loue My Bells that summon to the Spouse the Doue The Oracle of Heau'n Now sadly sound Nothing but frightfull summons to the ground Nothing but calls to Death nothing but Knells All notes of Griefe for All are passing Bells Nay more to adde to my Affrights affright Death will haue all Times minutes and by Night Command this dolefull Towling as by Day We know who sends him and we must obey What change there is in all things vnder Fate How sadly now they found And but of late When their shrill voyces did proclaime the Gaine Of Englands Heart out of the Hate of Spaine What Dulcet sounds they had And while they plaid To th'mounting flame of Bonfires that were made Ioying His safe Arriuing Since that Time What musicke made they when the pride and prime Of all her Sex MARIA in our Land Made Her most wisht Arriuall Hand in Hand Ioyning two royall Sisters to Aduance The Glories of them both Great Britaine France But I too farre in this Digression goe My joy almost made me forget my woe The woes of my disease The Sore that treads My Beauty vnder foot The Sore that spreads O're all my Happinesse The Sore that makes Me to be loath'd and left The sore that takes My Sonnes and Daughters from me And the Sore That makes this mournfull musick sound all o're My spatious Circuit round about my Walls For round about them are the dreadfull Calls Of Death in their sad language Had we heard Their Calls vnto the Temple and prepar'd Zeale and Diuine affection that the word Sowne in our soules