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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

food If honest labour could this griefe withstood We would haue reckoned day and night as one To worke for meate rather then make such mone O you of LONDON now heare LONDON speake Especially you Magistrates of might And wealthy Citizens whose store is great I gently wooe you to haue good fore-sight And cast your eyes vpon the needy wight Though feare of sicknesse driue you hence as men Yet leaue your purse and feeling heart with them Remember all your riches are but lent Though in this world you beare such power and sway Remember too how soone your yeares are spent Remember eke your bodies are but clay Remember death that rangeth at this day Remember when poore Lazers woes did end The full fed glutton to hell did discend Remember rulers of each publycke charge The seuerall branches of your priuate oath Remember them that vse a conscience large And on themselues the needyes stocke bestow'th He robbes his God and his poore neighbours both He that graunts blessings to the poore that lends Giues treble cursings to those it miss-spends Remember likewise God hath plac't you heere To be as nursing fathers to the poore Let then your kindnes now to them appeare Giue much and be no niggards of your store G●d in his wisedome gaue it you therefore Put foorth your tallents and gaine ten for fiue so shall you in the heauenly Cittie thriue One other boone doth mournefull LONDON craue Of you on whom her weale and woes depende When in the senate house with counsell graue You sit debating causes how to end Make some decree poore working trades to mend At least set downe some order for their good That each man may with labour earne his foode Restraine the number of deuouring drones That sucks the hunny from the laboring bees Catching by peece-meale in their bribes and lones Mens whole estates which are of poore degrees And brings them quickly on their naked knees Fower groates a month for twenty shillings lent Ys like windes tempest till the house be rent The number numb●rlesse of houses vaine Which beere and ale forsooth make shewe to sell Vnder which couller doth such vyces rayne My cheeke doth glowe my toongue refraines to tell Offending God and pleasing Sathan well Like wicked SODOME doth my Subburbs lye A mighty blemish to faire LONDONS eye Reforme these things you heads of LONDON Citie Punnish lewd vice let vertue spring and grow Then Gods iust wrath now hot will turne to pittie And for his children you againe doe know Your former health on you he will bestow The Plague and Pestilence wherewith he visites still To end or send are in his holy will You see the runner in his race is tript Well when he went dead ere his iourneyes done You see how soddaine beauties blase is nipt Which sought all meanes deaths danger for to shunne You heare what successe followe them that runne Most true report doth tell vs where and how The Countreys plauge exceedes the Citties now Sith then it resteth in Gods mighty power Who when he please can bid his Angell stay Or if he will destroy you in an hower A thousand yeares being with him as one day Why should you not to him for mercy pray Desiring pardon with a contryte heart And from your former wickednes depart Yf this you will incontinently doe The Lorde in pittie will his iudgments cease And many blessings will he powre on you Health and long life Honour happie peace Your Foes shal quaile your friendes shall still increase Your VViues shall flourish like a fruitfull Vine Your Children prosper and your griefes decline● Your Termes shall holde your men of Worth shall stay Your Marchants trafficke and great riches gaine Your Trades-mens sorrows shall bee done away True loyall seruants shall with them remaine Your Artisants shall neuer more complaine Their honest labour so shall thriue and speede That they shall giue to others that haue neede And I that long haue beene a loathed Dame shall frolicke then with myrth and inward glee Renowned Lady now must be my name O famous LONDON who is like to thee Thy God is serude by men of each degree Thy Churches filde thy Preachers burne with zeale Thy glory shines O blessed Common-weale My crowned CESAR and his Peerlesse Queene Comes now tryumphing with their princely sonne Deck●t with rich robes the like was neuer seene Nor neuer none more welcome to LONDON Me thinkes I see the people how they runne To get them roome this happy sight to see That this may come say all Amen with mee FINIS A godly and zealous Prayer vnto God for the surceasing of his irefull Plague and grieuous Pestilence O LORD God Almightie the Father of mercies and God of all consolation we miserable distressed creatures wounded with th● multitude of our grieuous sins repayre vnto thee the Phisition of our soules for Balme to cure our Sores O Lord we acknowledge and confesse our owne vnworthinesse great is thy goodnesse towards vs and great is our ingratitude towardes thee Thou hast opened the Windowes of Heauen and powred out thy blessings vpon vs as out of a store-house or treasurie thou hast giuen vs of the fatte of the earth and fed vs with the dewe of heauen peace and plentie haue beene our portion and inheritance these many yeeres the sword hath not deuoured vs hunger and famine haue not come neere vs the knowledge of thy word hath florished amongst vs And whereas other Nations sit in darkenesse and grope at Noone day being ouerwhelmed with the fogges mystes of error and supersticion wee still inioy the fruition of thy glorious Gospell and the sunne of righteousnes still shineth cleerely in our climate whose sweete influence might hau● caused vs had we not bene barren trees to haue brought foorth much fruite But alas in vaine hath the doctrine of thy sonne Christ Iesus dropped as the deaw in vaine haue the sweet distilling showres of thy mercies beene powred out vpon this Land For we haue not yet brought forth the first fruites of the spirit we haue had the first and the latter raine but we bring foorth the fruit of righteousnes neither first nor last our Wine is bitter as the Wine of Sodom and our grapes as the grapes of Gomorrah wee are become as the seede of the wicked corrupt children disobedient seruantes a rebellious people now that we are rich and are waxen fat we spurne with the h●ele like the vnruly Heifar we are sicke of long prosperity haue surfeited of peace and plentie fulnes of bread hath caused vs to ●●n against thre we haue wearied thee with our iniquities they are too sore and heauy a burthen for vs to beare Therfore is thy visitation come amongst vs thine hand i● sore against vs therefore hast th●u armed thy selfe with displeasure like a man of warre thou hast prepared thy instruments of wrath thou hast whet thy sword thou hast bent thy bow thou hast put thine hand

water from your blubbered Eyen But I a skilfull Surgeons part will play First search the sore then minister things meete Vnto yovr memories I your plants will lay Causing a fresh your heauie eyes to greet Then gentler salues I meane perswasions sweete This is the surgery wounded LONDON layes To all her Patients that her hests obayes One tender mother cryeth loude and shrill Wringing her hands my children both are dead Sweet louing Henry and my eldest gyrle Ah Besse my wench thou hadst thy mother sped With sorrowes that will neuer from my head Thy forward wit to learning and to awe A sweeter daughter neuer woman sawe Thy flaxen haire thy collour red and white Thy yeeres full ten thy body straight and tall Thy countnance smilling neither sad nor light Thy pleasant eyes thy hands with fingers small Thy manners milde thy reading best of all With needle pregnant as thy Sampler shewes Patient in death like sucking Lambe she goes● My hopes were that I might haue kept thy life To see more yeeres and be a beutious Mayde To see thee match't and be a LONDON wife To see thy childe-bed and be safely layde To see thy children in the streete haue playde To cheere my age as should a louing daughter But thou art gone and I must follow after My little HENRIE oh that prety foole That oft hath made my sorrowing heart full glad His words were Mamma sit here is a stoole Some bread and butter I haue nothing had I le busse you well good Mamma be not sad Vp on cock-high I will sit in your lappe Where oft poore sweeting he hath caught a nappe And if sometimes he hearde his Father chide As housholde wordes may passe twixt man and wife Vnto my Husbande presently he hyed As he should say I will appease the strife And with his Childish ●hirth and pleasvres rise Abates the heat and makes vs both to ioy To see such nature in the little Boy But Death oh Death that hater of my wealth Hath slaine my D●ughter and my little Sonne Both of them proppes vnto my wished health Both to haue kept I woulde barefoote haue runne Fel ATROPOS her fatall stroke hath done With the eternall I beleue they rest Oh happy Babes for euer they are blest Step after Step I see an other come Casting her handes abroade as shee were wood Seeming to tell a heauy tale to some But silly Dame thou art not vnderstoode Speake mildely lowly not with chafing bloude For hastie speach hath seldome reason showne When soft deliuerance makes the matter knowne I am a Widdow poore Christ shew me pittie Feeble and weake of yeeres three score and ten I had two Daughters married in the Cittie Both of them well vnto honest men They had my loues and I had ●heirs againe With them I hop't to spend my aged yeeres And to be buried with their funerall teares To them I gaue that little I possest With them to dwel as long as life ensured Three Monthes with one my Custome was to rest Then with the other I like space endured With vs the Diuel no iarres nor brawles procured But liued and lou'de as quiet as might be I bore with them they dayly honouring me But now alas a heauy Tale to tell As with my Chickins I at pleasure slept Comes the great Puttocke with his Tallantes fel And from me quite my youngest Chicken swept Then to the other he full nimbly leapt Seazing on her as hee had done the other Oh greedy Death could'st thou not take their Mother My age is fitter for the yawning Graue Their yeeres more tender in the worlde to stay My bones are dry and would their porcions haue Their Lymmes were nimble and a while might play My bloude is colde theires hote mine weares away They both were matched fruite might bring foorth store I olde and withered and can yeelde no more Thou cruel leane and ill deformed Death Thou great intruder and vn-welcomde guest Thou palefac't hog thou shortner of long breath Thou mighty murdrer of both man beast VVhy doest thou not inuite me to thy feast And on my body shew thy fury great That lackes house lodging sight what to eate VVith lamentations and with Teares good store Ymmagin now you heare a Mothers griefe Shee most of all her sorrowes doth deplore Vttring foorth woordes as helples of reliefe She is depriu'de of all both lesse and chiefe Aswell her Children as her Husbande good VVith labouring seruantes that did earne their foode Ah my sweet Babes what woulde not I haue done To yeelde you comfort maintaine you heer● Early and late no labour woulde I shun To feede your mouthes though hunger pincht me neere All three at once I woulde your bodies cheere Twaine in my lappe shoulde sucke their tender Mother And with my foot I woulde haue rockt the other Me thinkes I see them still and heare their cryes Chiefly a nights when I on bed am layde Which make fresh teares goe from my watry eyes When I awake and finde I am deceiued Sweet pretie Babes Christ hath your souls receiued Faire Babes to mee you nere shall come againe But where you are I trust aye to remaine Your louing father tooke a great delight O●ten in Armes to haue those children small And now he hath them euer in his sight Not one or two the heauens possesse them all Father and Babes obayde when Christ did call They all are gone I onely left with breath To byde more sorrowes in this wretched earth Poore and in want yong widddow left am I Kindles and friendlesse lacking meanes to liue Had but my seruants stayde their worke to plye Their labour would some comfort to me giue My hopes are like to water powrde in syue Onely I trust God will increase my health That I may worke and hate dishonest wealth Many more sorrowes might I here repeate Of grieued Mothers for their children deare But times are precious and worke too great For my hoarse voice to shew and vtter here Onely I pray you listen and giue eare To LONDONS sorrowes which so many are My clacking tongue cannot them hal●e declare And as with paine I did endure to tell Your too too heauie and vnwelcom'd woés Wherein poore LONDON labour'd to do well But wanting giftes the best she can she showes The willing minde that all she hath bestowes Must needes be reconed for a friendly part Deseruing thankes with as cheerefull a heart Excuse me then and heare me too a while For many sorrowes compasse me throughout Neuer since BRVTE set footing in this Isle Nor nere since it was walled round about More blessed newes nor happy spring cold sprout Then did to LONDON in this present yeere When Englands CESAR came this Citie neere All went as●aunt happy that Marchant was Which had rich wares to please his Chapmans eyes The finest shagges wrought stuffes and purest glasse Rare cloth of gold and silkes of euery dye Who for his money could know