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Upon the late lamentable fire in London in an humble imitation of the most incomparable Mr. Cowley his Pindarick strain / by J.A. of Kings-Colledge in Camb., Fellow.
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Allison, John, 1644 or 5-1683.
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1667
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Wing A1216; ESTC R7464
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Upon the late Lamentable Fire IN LONDON In an humble Imitation Of the most Incomparable Mr. Cowley his Pindarick Strain By J. A. of Kings-Colledge in Camb. Fellow Licensed the 1st of December 1666. Roger L'Estrange LONDON Printed for H. Brome over against the Dial in Little-Britain 1667. Upon the late LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE IN THE Famous CITY of LONDON After Mr. Cowley his Pindarick Strain I. AWake proud Man and take a view What miseries thy sins persew Thou who art unconcern'd in such a desperate state And only learn'st by what is lost And that so late Thy knowledge proves not worth thy cost Remember the dominion which by Heav'n In the estate of innocence was giv'n Think how the whole Creation still Mov'd by thy Father Adam's will The Natures of the Elements were known To be as harmless as his own Until in thee They did combine against a Deity And their Allegiance with thy innocence Became imperfect thence And ever since Thou who once the whole did'st sway Both theirs and thy own nature dost obey A Lord but lately yet a slave to day II. When the Almighty did repent Of what so lately he call'd good Over the infant World he sent An universal flood But when good Noah's off-spring many grew And Noah's seed were sinners too When they were ripe for punishment and all Their vice did for a signal judgment call The thirsty earth did gape again Impatient of an other flood of rain And opening swallow'd some alive because't had lookt in vain While Men in sin grew wiser yet And various in their wickedness God himself did think it fit Their punishment should be no less The Air it self which makes our breath Became an instrument of death If still offences of a deeper die Offend his purer eye He gives an other Judgment birth Fire comes from Heav'n or Fire from Earth Thus the four Elements take turns He Drowns he Swallows us alive he Plagues or else he Burns III. About those hours which silence keep To tempt the froward World to ease Just at the time when cloath'd with subtile air Guilty spirits use t' appear When the hard Students to their pillows creep All but the Aged Men that wake Who in the morn their slumbers take When Fire themselves are put to sleep Onely the thrifty lights that burn and Melancholick persons please Just then a message came Brought by a murmuring wind Not to every obvious flame Thousands of those it left behind And chose a treacherous heap of sparks Which buryed in their ashes lay Which when discover'd by some secret marks The Air fann'd the pale dust away What less than Heav'n could e're this message send The Embers glowing wak't and did attend IV. In an unusual tone The Embassie deliver'd was The teeming Air it self did groan Nor for its burden could it farther pass Their Dialects but to themselves unknown Onely by sad effects we see They did agree To execute the great Decree And all with the same secrecy conspire That as heav'n whisper'd to the Air the Air should to the Fire The drowsie Coals no sooner understand The purport of their large command And that th'officious wind did there attend It s needful aid to lend But suddenly they seek out The work they were to go about And sparks which had before unactive lain Each sep'rate had his portion tane Though scatter'd for a while design'd to meet again V. Thus far contriv'd the Wary Fire Thinking how many 't would undoe Fearing their just complaint And the perpetual restraint Men would hereafter put it to It winck't as one would think 't would fain Have slept again Had not the cruel wind rose higher Which forc'd the drooping Coals revive To save themselves alive Thus without fresh supply of food Not able to subsist Much lesse resist A breath by which they were so rudely kist They seiz'd a neighbouring stack of wood Which strait into one horrid flame did turn Not as it stood design'd to burn Thus while each other they oppose Poor mortals trace the mighty foes By the vast desolations each makes where e're he goes VI. Whether dispos'd by too much â—hlegm Or Melancholick that o're loads the heart That turns sound sleep to an unruly dream And makes the Body with Convulsions start Or whether yet so much belov'd As by his waiting Genius mov'd Suggesting Fire to be his Phancies theam That that might work and he might wake and all might seem A Sympathetick Dream I know not but the Man that own'd the wood did wake A seasonable time when life 's at stake And so amaz'd did hardly know Whether he still did Dream or no His suddain and surprising fear That would not give him time to arm Himself with thoughts against his harm Quickly turn'd into despair Grief for what 's lost afflicts his mind Glad he could his Neighbours call Then love creeps in to what was left behind And hopes of saving something though not all His passions thus maintaining mutual strife Left him just wit enough to save his life VII Now uncontroul'd the greedy Fire Shews its unlimited desire And though not high enough for sight Makes all the neighbouring tops of houses bright Like the warm Guest That takes his journey from the blooming East Suppos'd himself t' appear When yet beneath our Hemisphere By those who his reflected rayes mistake And think the Sun and day together break The Watches now in every street Eccho the dreadful noyse of Fire Which calls with the same energy from bed As the last Trumpet shall the dead And bids them all draw nigher The shiv'ring multitudes in bodies meet And some it raiseth by its light and others by its heat VIII Those sluggards that did longest stay Haste to seek the danger out Scarce believing what they heard As truths at distance often turn to doubt And still they went and still they feard Then blam'd their own delay And wonder'd in their way To meet so many up at work before 't was break of day Now first the people understood The ill consequence of neighbour-hood Against a Fires impetuous force For wise though weak defendants better know To tire a lawless over-bearing foe By tedious marches than by open force But what hope 's left this enemy to subdue Whose forces at each house renew While one another they undoe Whose houses ev'n too many were and they themselves too few IX Now all the foolish Engines play And all the water they convey Will not half its thirst allay So far they are from lessening its heat They serve but to digest its meat And still the surly flame doth fiercer hiss By an Antiperistasis And with such ease defi'd The smaller Conduits in full pride Towards his mortal foe he did in triumph ride Now London thy astonisht Thame Then which no River lowder sung by Fame For who knows which most honour doth confer Shee on thee or thou on her Having dispatcht part of her watry train As tribute to the