Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	duke_n	king_n	york_n	13,001	5	9.6505	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04154	The Londoners lamentation. Wherein is contained a sorrowfull description of the dreadful fire which happened in Pudding-Lane ... on the second of Septemb. 1666 ... With an account of the King and the Duke of York's indeavors ... for the quenching of the same ... and the name of every particular place where the fire did stop. Tune is, When Troy town, &c.		1666 (1666)	Wing L2912B; ESTC R180117	1,668	1

The LONDONERS Lamentation Wherein is contained a sorrowfull Description of the dreadful Fire which happened in Pudding-Lane next beyond Fish-street-hill on the second of Septemb. 1666. betwixt twelve and one of the clock in the morning being Sunday and continued untill the Thursday night following VVith an account of the King and the Duke of York's indeavours with several Peers of the Land for the quenching of the same Also the manner of doing it and the name of every particular place where the fire did stop Tune is VVhen Troy town c. LEt water flow from every eye Of all good Subjects in the Land Mountains of fire were raised high Which Londons City did command Waste lye those buildings were so good And Ashes lye where London stood Old London that a thousand years the téeth of time could never waste Now to our misery appears in five daies space t is burnt at last Waste lye those Fabricks were so good And Cinders lye where London stood The second of September at the dismal hours 'twixt twelve and one At mid-night up the fire gat in Pudding-Lane and brightly shone Our Engines all could do no good Till Ashes lay where London stood It over-flow d New Fish-street-hill and then gave fire to Canon-street Then through the Lanes about did whéel until it with the Thames did méet As if it would have dry'd the Flood And left dust where the River stood A Strong assisting Eastern-winde with liberal Lungs did fan the Flame The Fire so in the water shin'd you would have thought ' thad been the same The Flames which swallow all they meet Makes nothing to destroy a Street Great Congregations made of sparks fill all the Churches in the Town That fly up like a Flock of Larks the Bells and Leads are melted down ' Cause we from sin will not return Pulpits themselves in Ashes mourn Pitch Tar Oyle Flax and ancient Wood did make the raging Fire so rant It would not quench unlesse we cou'd at once have thrown the Thames upon 't The fire had burnt up without fear Had Humber Trent and Tweed been there The Citizens can nothing do but lug their treasure out of town Thirty pound Carts are hired now each private man looks to his own But every passenger they greet With Sugar and Wine in every street Vp to the old Exchange the fire with bold ambitious wings did fly And to the top on 't did aspire until it all did levil lye But Gresham he that built it stands In spight of Vulcan's hot commands The lofty front of pearless Powls is now besieged with the Flame In which his wooden intrails rowls but bravely doth with-stand the same And massy stones like shot le ts fly Out of its own Artillery Women lying in and Cripples crawl out of their beds into the Field Least fire should consume them all ' gainst which they had no other shield In every place the fields were strew'd Which like to a great Leaguer shew'd Our gracious King the Duke of York the Life-guards and their noble Lords Both day and night did watch and work to pull down houses walls and boards That fire might no further go And so consume the Suburbs too God gave a blessing to their hands for by this means the flames grew lower It did at once obey Commands both at the Temple and the Tower At Pie-corner and Aldersgate The fire lost his Flaming state At Holborn-bridge and Cripple-gate and in the midst of Coleman-street And Basing-hall it was laid flat it did such opposition méet Bishops-gate-street and Leaden-hall To Cornhil-Standard are saved all Iust at Fan-Church in Fan-Church-street Cloath-workers hall in Mincing-Lane The fire could no further get and in Mark-Lane was quench'd again And now with heavy losses we Are rid of this hot misery Of French and Dutch many were took upon suspition of a Plot That they this ruine should provoke with fire-works which will all be brought Unto their tryal but I fear Our sinful hearts more guilty are Three of Gods sharpest Arrows are and have béen at us lately shot Civil War Pestilence and Fire for Pride and Gain there lies the Plot Beware the fourth for if it fall Grim Famine will confound us all I know each Citizen hath drank a scalding draught of this hot Cup But let him not to mend his bank use gréedy Gains to get it up Let them consider what they do Their Customers are Sufferers too Then let us with hearts undefil'd thank God his Mercies are so great As that the Fire hath not spoyl'd the Suburbs and the Royal Seat If we still hate each other thus God never will be friends with us Fini● London Printed for J. Clark at the Bible and Harp in West-Smithfield With Allowance