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<P>AN ALARM FOR LONDON Partly delivered in a Sermon the la&s;t Fa&s;t, neere by BISHOPSGATE in LONDON. By IOHN HACKLUYT, a Well-wi&s;her to the Peace of ENGLANDS ISRAEL.</P>
<Q>Awake thou that &s;leepe&s;t. </Q>
<BIBL>EPHES. 5.14.</BIBL>
<P>LONDON Printed by <HI>I. Coe,</HI> 1647.</P>
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<HEAD>To the truly Chri&s;tian Reader.</HEAD>
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<L>THe title may &s;trike terrour, but in whom.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e, by Heavens finger marked out for doome?</L>
<L>Caele&s;tiall powers are ju&s;t; and therefore will</L>
<L>Never de&s;troy the good men, with the ill.</L>
<L>Though &s;tormes fall fierce, and floods o're Mountaines roare,</L>
<L><HI>Noah</HI> &s;hall have an Arke; what would he more?</L>
<L>The Corne mu&s;t now be fannd; &s;trive then t'appeare,</L>
<L>Good &s;eede not mixt with either Chafe, or Tare.</L>
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<HEAD>To the City.</HEAD>
<L>Nor think him for, who now &s;o rudely roares,</L>
<L>And beats Alarums at thy tainted doores.</L>
<L>Cea&s;e thou to &s;in; and then his Pen &s;hall &s;ay,</L>
<L>Thy fable night &s;hall be a Summers day.</L>
<L>And tho&s;e &s;trecht Cloudes of wrath, all wrath &s;hall bury,</L>
<L>And drop with fatne&s;&s;e then, as now with fury.</L>
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<HEAD>Praemonitus Praemunitus.</HEAD>
<P>VIewing with a &s;erious, (but a &s;ad) eye; into what a &s;abarinth of woes, the Kingdome in gene|rall, and the City in particular, is like unavoidably to plunge, unle&s;&s;e tho&s;e two grand Compurgators of a &s;in-de&s;iled Nation; <HI>Repentance</HI> and <HI>Reformation</HI> do make a &s;peedy and forcible &s;tep into the gap, made wide for judge|ment. I am con&s;trained, by the great engagements of na|ture, and Religion, thus in publike, to unmaske my ne<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">re&s;t thoughts, and with the &s;trong (echoes of a troubled &s;pirit, to unbo&s;ome my &s;ad complaynts:</P>
<P>What is become of tho&s;e <HI>quondam</HI> dayes, tho&s;e harmle&s;&s;e times, which well may be accompted happy; for though they were ignorantly zealous, yet they were not learnedly, knowingly, vitious! O Sodom and Gomorah, and ye Ci|ties of <HI>Pentaepolis,</HI> now the ruinous monuments of cele&s;tiall vengeance, had tho&s;e things been heard of you, done in you, that have been done, and heard of in thee, O <HI>Englands Ieru|&s;alem</HI>! ye had remained untill this day.</P>
<P>O City of harlots, though now thou &s;itte&s;t like a Queen, among the virgin Daughters of Sion, and by thy &s;orceries art become mighty; thou, that ha&s;t &s;ubdued that terrible
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enemy conquered Princes; at la&s;t, ha&s;t lo&s;t thy &s;elfe, by thy &s;elfe; &s;hall the blood of Goates and Calves propitiate? no, not the obl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">ion of many thou&s;and &s;oules, where is the prin<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> of all thy faults? where is the returnes of all thy teares? thou fa&s;ted, but not to the Lord; thou wept, but not for &s;in: they were but the lowings of bea&s;ts for want of Fod|der; howling for &s;upplyes of nature, not mournings for defects of grace.</P>
<P>Abating of &s;in, is the allaying of Judgement, unfined hu|miliation: the onely Antidote again&s;t di&s;truction; ballance thy &s;orrowes with thy &s;ins, thy repentance with the true effects, then tell me, are not thy tran&s;gre&s;&s;ions &s;ealed, thy dayes numbred.</P>
<P>O City of Stirrs! is not thy hand drunke with the blood of innocents? hath not thy arme layd wa&s;t the dwel|ling places of thy &s;i&s;ters, and art thou better then they, no, 'tis thou ha&s;t &s;inned, is for tho&s;e &s;heepe, tho&s;e lambes, what have they committed? Heaven made thee the word of his fury; when the Children bleedes, &s;hall not the world be burnt? Though <HI>Babel</HI> was that fatall Engine to level <HI>I&s;rael</HI> with the earth; yet as &s;he hath done, &s;o &s;hall it be done un|to her, the hammer &s;hall be broken, <HI>Babel</HI> &s;hall become de|&s;olate among the Nations. <HI>Jer</HI>:50.15.23. And why? be|cau&s;e &s;he hath been a golden cup in the Lords hand (by whom he powred out his vengeance) that made all the earth drunken; the Nations have dranke of her wine; therefore do the people rage (becau&s;e of the great afflictions they &s;u&s;tained by her) therefore will the Lord render unto <HI>Babel,</HI> all the evill &s;he hath done to <HI>Zion,</HI> A Po&s;t &s;hall run to meete the Po&s;t, and a Me&s;&s;enger to meete the Me&s;&s;enger, to &s;hew the King of <HI>Babel,</HI> the pa&s;&s;ages are &s;topped, the City is ta|ken, come therefore, and let us go every one to his owne Countrey; for her Judgement is come up to heaven, and is lifted up unto the Cloudes. <HI>Ier.</HI> 51.7.9 31.</P>
<P>O City of blood! how ha&s;t thou &s;laine the Prie&s;ts of the
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Lord; and ca&s;t them out, (like Dung) from the Inheritance of the God of <HI>Iacob,</HI> how ha&s;t thou exalted in their roomes, Prophets that prophe&s;ie fal&s;ly; becau&s;e the people love to have it &s;o: thy adulterate Pallate loathed <HI>Manna,</HI> choo|&s;ing rather <HI>Egiption</HI> mor&s;ells, &s;tinking garlick before the bread of Heaven. Thou ha&s;t pull downe Ceremony, and &s;et up here&s;ie, ca&s;t out innovation, and brought in confu&s;ion, the ba&s;e&s;t of thy people wing'd with thy &s;helter, have ex|changed &s;talles for Pulpits; as if no <HI>Rabby</HI> &s;o &s;eraphicall as an ambitious Mechannick (under the fal&s;e glo&s;&s;e of illumi|nation) to make the Pro&s;elite. Rotten &s;ticks do yeeld a light, but not profitable, if &s;tarres appeare by day, 'tis no le&s;&s;e then ominous; and what influence the&s;e <HI>Glo-wormes</HI> have on thy diviner part, to act thy &s;oule for heaven, to the judicious eye is held miraculus; &s;hall not the&s;e things be re|quired of thee.</P>
<P>O City of pride, hath <HI>England</HI> trembled, and art thou exalted, what a mi&s;eable &s;oleci&s;me is this <HI>humilem deum, &amp; &s;uperbum hominem,</HI> to have a humble God in heaven, and a proude man on Earth! Oh blu&s;h for &s;hame, if yet be left one drop of grace within thy veines, &s;hould one of our fore|fathers ari&s;e from his bed of earth, behold our garbes, and take a &s;trict &s;urvey of all our vaine attire; would he not &s;tand amazed, and di&s;acknowledge us his generation, being &s;o divercified in moode and figure from our <HI>quondam dayes</HI>? what a mon&s;trous birth flowes from thy fruitfull wombe? what prodigious meteors, apparitions of men and women, &s;e we dayly in our &s;treetes? what? the glorious Queene become &s;o ba&s;e a whore, to pro&s;titute under every hedge, to open her quiver to every arrow, to act every new invented &s;in, to embrace lovers of all &s;orts, of all fa&s;hions, knowe&s;t thou not that Pride goes before di&s;truction, <HI>Prov.</HI>16.18. Therefore becau&s;e the Daughters of <HI>Zion,</HI> yea and per&s;ons too, are haughty, walking with &s;tretcht out necks, and with wandring eyes, walking and min&s;ing as they go, &amp;c. the Lord &s;hall make their heads bald, and di&s;cover their &s;ecret
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parts, <HI>E&s;a.</HI>3.16.17. and becau&s;e thy wantonne&s;&s;e is &s;o exceeding great, as to act thy &s;hame in publike, with &s;uch brazen impudency; in&s;tead of &s;weet &s;avour, there &s;hall be a &s;tinck, and in&s;tead of a girdle, a rent; in|&s;tead of dre&s;&s;ing (frizlig podering) the hare baldnes in&s;tead of a &s;tomack, &s;ackcloth, &amp; burning in&s;tead of beauty; yea thy men &s;hall fall by the &s;word, and thy &s;trength in the battel; then &s;hall thy gates mourne, and thou being de&s;olate &s;hall &s;it upon the ground. <HI>E&s;a.</HI>3.24,25,26.</P>
<P>O City of &s;in! how do thy &s;treetes ring with oaths? &amp; thy hou&s;es with &s;uch hydeous bla&s;phemies, enough to bla&s;t the univer&s;e, and make it crack into a di&s;&s;oluti|on: The very Pagan Gods (whereof the Divell was one) dur&s;t never (without death) be &s;o bla&s;phemed, as is (by thee) that glorious Diety who&s;e Character thou beare&s;t, by who&s;e name thou art called Chri&s;ti|an; do not thy horrid oathes, thy helli&s;h execrations Peale lower then the thunder, though tho&s;e elemen|tall jarrs makes the earth to quake, and the very roof of heaven to tremble. To &s;lay a man is death; but to murder the Sonne of God, a twelve-penny fine is a &s;ufficient expiation; nay it were well if that were done; our iniquity intollerable! good lawes; bad executioners.</P>
<P>In a word, what cryes, what cruelties, what yel|lings of the poor, what clamours of di&s;tre&s;&s;ed &s;oules, what roaring of the brui&s;ed bones, what cra&s;hing of broken limbs, proclames thy ruine? what drun|kenne&s;&s;e and open vomitings, what whoredoms and unheard of filthine&s;&s;e? (the nomination whereof would &s;parkles blu&s;hes in a heathen cheek) what
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prophanations of the Lords day, what tragicall ty|rannies and bloody expre&s;&s;ions, what unmercifull ex|tortions infects the very aire, and like &s;o many &s;hrill Alarmes, trumpets forth thy de&s;olation. <HI>Niniveth</HI> had bnt forty dayes to breath repentance in, thou ha&s;t had many thou&s;ands; but &s;he repented, go to &s;inners &s;choole O City of abomination; coppy out, practice <HI>Niniveth.</HI> Art thou &s;ure of her priviledges ha&s;t thou forty dayes to turne thee in? Generall &s;orrow may beget a generall &s;afety; but without a &s;peedy humili|ation, expect a &s;peedy de&s;olation; what is thy Belo|ved more then other Beloveds? this City more then other Cities? The Lord is ju&s;t, and his &s;pirit will not alwayes &s;trive: when the Lyon roares, all the Bea&s;ts of the Forre&s;t tremble, when the Lord &s;hall ut|ter his voice, and the Almighty Thunderer blow upon a people, is then the time, to &s;it downe to eat and drinke, for to morrow they mu&s;t dye? the great <HI>Belte&s;hazars</HI> joynts uncymented, his whole frame fell into an Earthquke, when the finger of heaven was penning out his doome, <HI>Dan.</HI> 5. Oh that thou had&s;t an eye to &s;ee, an eare to heare, a heart to con&s;ider, thy grievous &s;in, thy great reproach, thy approahing ruin, &s;hall the Lord whi&s;tle for an executioner from farre; behold the Sonne eut of thy bowels, longs for thy dayes of mourning, and the Lord will reinfor&s;e that Arme, thon ha&s;t &s;trengthned, exalted, to de&s;troy thee.</P>
<P>Therefore if any roome for &s;ighs, if any way for teares be left unto the throne of grace, &s;tep into the gap, quench the wrath gone forth, make an attone|ment
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for the people; if but tenn faithfull ones, be found within thy &s;pecious walles, cry aloud, &s;pare not; the Lord will do great things for the tenns &s;ake, And the everla&s;ting God gracious and mercifull, who forgiveth iniquity, tran&s;gre&s;&s;ion and &s;in, pardon thy rebellions, and grant thee favour in his &s;ight, that thou may&s;t live to laugh thine enemies in the face; to be the joy and comfort of this dejected Nation, and the glory of the world; for his &s;ake, that bought thee with his own hearts blood, Je&s;us Chri&s;t true, God ble&s;&s;ed for ever. Amen.</P>
<Q>Di&s;cite ju&s;titiam moniti.</Q>
<Q>Prudentia non exigua, alieno &s;apere periculo.</Q>
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