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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07877	Londons mourning garment, or funerall teares worne and shed for the death of her wealthy cittizens, and other her inhabitants. To which is added, a zealous and feruent prayer, with a true relation how many haue dyed of all diseases, in euery particuler parish within London, the liberties, and out parishes neere adioyning from the 14 of Iuly 1603. to the 17 of Nouember. following.	Muggins, William.	1603 (1603)	STC 18248; ESTC S121897	14,902	33

LONDONS Mourning garment or Funerall Teares worne and shed for the death of her wealthy Cittizens and other her inhabitants To which is added a zealous and feruent Prayer with a true relation how many haue dyed of all diseases in euery particuler parish within London the Liberties and out parishes neere adioyning from the 14 of Iuly 1603. to the 17 of Nouember following At London printed by Raph Blower 1603. To the Right Worshipfull Sir Iohn Swinnerton Knight one of the worshipfull Aldermen of the honorable Citty of London VV. M. wisheth Earths Happines and Heauens Blessednes RIght Worshipful and graue Senator if my knowledge and learning were answerable to my good will and affection this my poore labour now mourning in a sable Weede should be as great and precious as to the contrary it is weake and slender And knowing that the Vertuous minde respecteth not so much the valewe of the guift as the good will of the giuer emboldeneth me to presēt this smal Pamphlet to your Worships view most humbly crauing pardon for my rash attempt which if to your wonted clemmencie I doe obtaine I shall liken my selfe to a poore Debtor owing much freely forgiuen of all his large reckonings and dangerous accounts and bound in duty to pray for your Worships long life with increase of honor Your Worships at Commaund VVILLIAM MVGGINS ¶ Londons mourning garment and Funerall Teares With heauy heart and sighes of inward Cares With wringing hands● explayning sorrows wo With blubbered cheekes bedewde with trickling teares With minde opprest lamenting griefs that flowe London lament and all thy losses showe What al nay some all were too much to tell The learned Homer could not penne it well Ay me poore London which of late did florish With springing MARCH the tidings of a King And APRILL showers my blossomes so did nourishe That I in MAIE was calde a famous thing Yea Townes and Cities did my glory ring Nay thorowe the worlde my golden fame so grewe That Princes high crost Seas my seate to viewe And like to AGAMEMNONS gallant trayne Throughout my streetes with stately steps did goe Where them with welcomes I did entertaine Pleasing their liking with each seuerall showe Where they in me much treasure did bestowe Honouring the Church with Prayers the Change with golde Where Princes bought and beauteous Virgins solde To adde more glory to my prosperous state My Soueraigne Lord most high and mighty King Made oft repayre both Moining Eu'en and late To me both gainefull and a pleasant thing My heart was glad my voice SOL FA did sing My head did muse not strucke with sorrowes sad But how to make my crowned Soueraigne glad And as a Bryde against her Nuptiall day Doth deck her selfe with fayre and rich attyre Accompanide with Damsells fresh and gay To plight her faith to him she did desire Euen so did I with zeale as hot as fyer Prepare my selfe against this day of ioye To giue him welcome with VIVE LE ROYE My Magistrates were all so ready prest In skarlet rich this potent Prince to greet My wealthy Free-men also wrought their best Preparing Pageants in each famous street● My Marchant-strangers laboured hands and feete And scattered coyne like IVPITERS showres of Golde Hoping with ioy this CESAR to behold And as those men the wealthiest in my Bower Was neuer sparing in this good intent So did my Artisauts with all their power For loue or gaine to worke were ready bent PIGMALION foorth his skilfull Caruers sent Cunning APPELLES with his pencill drew Prospectious strange for King and Peeres to veiw But oh a sudden qualme doth crosse my heart twixt cup and lip are dangers oft we see Vnwelcome death approcheth with his dart Yelping oh LONDON thou must yeeld to mee I must hau● rootes and branches for my fee. The fruits full ripe and blossomes that might grow Are mine not thine the Fates decree'd it so Drown'd in deepe seas poore Lady thus I lye Vnlesse some speedie helpe a comfort yeeld Is there no wife nor widdow that will hye And reach a hand that hath some sorrowes felt My griefes are more then I my selfe can welde Helpe some good woman with your soules-sigh deepe For you are tender hearted and can weepe VVhat none nay then I see the Prouerbe old is true The widdowes care is st●dious where to loue Sith women are so fickle men to you LONDON laments will ye her plaints remoue I heare no Eccho men like women proue VVidowers for wiues widdowes for husbands seeke Before the teares are dryed from their cheekes To children then I will my sorrowes shew VVhole Parent● lately in the graue were layde Their hearts with sighs will cause fresh teares to flow And reach a hand for sorrowing LONDONS ayde Come children mourne I cry but am denayde Their Parents riches so inflames their brest That they long since did wish them at their rest VVhere or to whom may I my voyce set forth Men mourne for men where friendship long hath bred Fye no good Lady there is found small troth The liuing Friend deceiues the friend that 's dead Robbing his children with a subtill head By reason he executor made the drowne By wresting Law the riches are his owne Oh helplesse Lady whither shall I ●lye To find true mourners in this sad lament To aged people no their heads are dry They cannot weepe long since their teares were spent To middle age alas their wits are bent To purchase lands and liuings for their heires Or by long life ●o gainé which other spares The louing seruant may yet helpe at neede That now hath lost his Master and his stay Sending foorth sithings till the heart doth bleed Oh LONDON thou in vaine to him doest pray His power and wits he bends another way His Masters custome shoppe and trade to get Is all the teares the blithe yong man can let Is there none then that will take Londons part And help to sing a welcome vnto wo Is there none founde that feeles a present smart Nor none a liue that can c●use Teares to flow If any be then freely them bestow Two mourne together swage e●h others grief Weepe on a while and I will be the chiefe I heare no answere yet in these estates Let me but study where and whom to seeke Oh now I haue bethought me come on mates For you and I must mourne it by the weeke And neuer will new teares be long to seeke● For Parents loue vnto their Children deare In iudgment sounde nothing can come more neare The loue of Pare●ts are like Graftes that grow Euer encreasing till it proue a tree The loue of Children like the melting Snow Euer decreasing till an ende there be Dayly experience proues this true we see Loue to the Children euermore dependes But to the Parents seldome re-discendes And now I haue with trauel griefe and paine Founde foorth two mourners that will Agents be Choose which of vs shal settle to complaine Or if you