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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A POEM On the burning of LONDON.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WE owne no <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> now; what now in&s;pires</L>
<L>Is a more gro&s;&s;e, then are <HI>Po&euml;tick</HI> fires.</L>
<L>Who &s;tudies Elegance when he proclames</L>
<L>The near approaches of devouring Flames?</L>
<L>If then officious ha&s;t our Ver&s;es &s;poyle</L>
<L>This Subject, know, wants Water more then Oyle.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is't &s;till unknown from whence our ruine came,</L>
<L>Whether from Hell, <HI>France, Rome,</HI> or <HI>Am&s;terdam?</HI></L>
<L>Mu&s;t th'<HI>Salique Law</HI> in <HI>England</HI> too prevail?</L>
<L>Mu&s;t not <HI>Great Cities</HI> be Emperiall</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e <HI>Mothers</HI> call'd? Or doth this lightning from</L>
<L>The <HI>Roman Altar,</HI> or <HI>darke Lanthornes</HI> come?</L>
<L>Or from th'<HI>Infernall Netherlands</HI> is this?</L>
<L>Or by reflected rayes from <HI>Brandaris?</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus is our <HI>Phoenix</HI> in her &s;pices burn'd,</L>
<L>And <HI>Troy-Novant</HI> is into A&s;hes turn'd.</L>
<L>Mu&s;t eminence of &s;afety &s;till de&s;paire?</L>
<L>Mu&s;t <HI>Fire</HI> as well as <HI>Smoake</HI> pur&s;ue the faire?</L>
<L>Honour's now ominous; and Purple dye</L>
<L>Soon'&s;t catches Flames: Badges of Soveraignty</L>
<L>Doe not protect us, but our fall con&s;pire,</L>
<L>Our very Faces fir&s;t receive the fire.</L>
<L>What once pre&s;erved the <HI>I&s;raeliti&s;h</HI> band,</L>
<L>Even <HI>Fiery Pillars</HI> now de&s;troy our Land.</L>
<L>Our <HI>London Frigatts</HI> burnt &s;o oft of late,</L>
<L>Doe &s;eem to threaten <HI>Shipwrack</HI> to our State.</L>
<L>Our I&s;le before ob&s;cure, now's famous grown</L>
<L>By Flames, from A&s;hes now call'd <HI>Albion;</HI></L>
<L>Both <HI>Fire</HI> and <HI>Sword</HI> cau&s;e us &s;till to remember,</L>
<L>Th'one the <HI>Second,</HI> th'other th'<HI>Third</HI> day of <HI>September</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This <HI>Protean Fire</HI> in power prevailing &s;o,</L>
<L>Now in it's cruelty doth wanton grow.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t &s;eems <HI>Religious,</HI> and doth put on</L>
<L>The <HI>Face of Zeale,</HI> and <HI>hot Devotion,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Whips</HI> the <HI>Buyers</HI> and the <HI>Sellers</HI> out</L>
<L>Of the <HI>prophaned Temples,</HI> &s;eeks about</L>
<L>For hidden <HI>Wares;</HI> and then doth <HI>Sacrifice</HI></L>
<L>Their vainely <HI>Sanctuary'd Merchandi&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>And with &s;uch <HI>Swords</HI> at th'<HI>Churches dores doth &s;tand,</HI></L>
<L>As once did th'<HI>Gate of Paradi&s;e</HI> command.</L>
<L>Then, <HI>Zelot-like,</HI> de&s;troys promi&s;cuou&s;ly</L>
<L>What it pretended fir&s;t to purifie:</L>
<L>Here Images of <HI>Saints,</HI> and <HI>Prophets</HI> Tombes</L>
<L>In <HI>Flames</HI> doe &s;uffer &s;econd Martyrdomes.</L>
<L>The <HI>buried Bodies</HI> from their &s;ilent Urnes</L>
<L>Begin to ri&s;e, thinking their wi&s;h'd returnes</L>
<L>From th'<HI>Grave</HI> are now at hand, whil&s;t through the world</L>
<L>Such <HI>univer&s;all Flames</HI> as the&s;e are hurld.</L>
<L>Saint <HI>Paul</HI> is now again a&s;cended on</L>
<L>The <HI>Wings of Fire,</HI> to th'Heavens third Region;</L>
<L>Yet's <HI>Altar,</HI> and what thereto appertaines,</L>
<L>A &s;acred Portion to his Sonns remaines.</L>
<L>Thus at his <HI>Fiery A&s;cention</HI> is it &s;aid,</L>
<L><HI>Elijah's</HI> Mantle on <HI>Eli&s;ha</HI> &s;tayd:</L>
<L>Saint <HI>Peter</HI>'s &s;hade that once did <HI>Fevers</HI> Cure,</L>
<L>It &s;elfe's enough to cau&s;e a <HI>Calenture.</HI></L>
<L>Th'<HI>Bapti&s;t</HI> againe into his de&s;ert's gonn,</L>
<L>What <HI>Waters</HI> then can we rely upon?</L>
<L>We onely now in too ju&s;t feares doe &s;tand,</L>
<L>Le&s;t Floods of <HI>Barbari&s;me</HI> ore-flow our Land.</L>
<L>Since <HI>Pauls Church-yard</HI> had th'<HI>Vaticans</HI> &s;ad doome,</L>
<L>Learning's now &s;hrivell'd to a little roome;</L>
<L>Our <HI>Bays</HI> are <HI>wither'd,</HI> and now onely &s;hall</L>
<L>Serve to attend upon this Funerall.</L>
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<LG>
<L>His <HI>Buildings fall,</HI> yet <HI>Gre&s;ham</HI> &s;tands entire,</L>
<L>As once that &s;acred <HI>Bu&s;h</HI> in mid&s;t of <HI>Fire:</HI></L>
<L>Tho&s;e Regall Statues, &s;truck with &s;uch a ray,</L>
<L>Become like <HI>Memnons,</HI> vocall; &s;eem to &s;ay</L>
<L>Thus to the <HI>Fire, Let not your rage come nigh</HI></L>
<L><HI>This Royall Place, affront not Maje&s;ty:</HI></L>
<L>But all in vaine, the Flames do &s;till draw nigher,</L>
<L>Kings may command the Earth, but Gods the Fire,</L>
<L>Which now triumphantly as the Wind guides,</L>
<L>In <HI>Fiery Chariots</HI> through the City rides;</L>
<L><HI>Breaks</HI> ope<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter"> the <HI>Pri&s;on Dores,</HI> &s;ets <HI>Captives</HI> free,</L>
<L>In greater honour of it's Jubilee.</L>
<L>Then to the Skyes it's Victory Proclames,</L>
<L>In Monumentall Pyramids of Flames.</L>
<L>The <HI>Cellars</HI> too are burnt, this <HI>Stygian</HI> Flame</L>
<L>Goes downwards too, as thither whence it came.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Here lyes that <HI>City</HI> far too big to have,</L>
<L>Or <HI>Mau&s;oleum,</HI> or an <HI>Epitaph,</HI></L>
<L>Since nothing but it's ruines can pre&s;ent,</L>
<L>For &s;o much greatne&s;&s;e, a fit Monument.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Yet part remains, if therefore we inquire</L>
<L>How Flames &s;o &s;trong, &s;o &s;trangely &s;hould expire,</L>
<L>We may ob&s;erve, their power did &s;till decay,</L>
<L>Since th'<HI>Temple</HI> they &s;o rudely did a&s;&s;ay.</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Pompey</HI> le&s;&s;e &s;ucce&s;sfull &s;till did grow,</L>
<L>Since th'<HI>Inner Temple</HI> he prophaned &s;o.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Let others feare bad <HI>Omens,</HI> yet we may</L>
<L>From this Red Evening hope thy clearer day,</L>
<L>Now may we hope th'appea&s;ed <HI>Deities,</HI></L>
<L>Since <HI>Fire</HI> devours th'accepted <HI>Sacrifice.</HI></L>
<L>Thus th'amorous God de&s;cended from above</L>
<L>In Golden Showres di&s;&s;olv'd in Flames of Love:</L>
<L>Wee'le hope to &s;ee tho&s;e days, when Peace againe</L>
<L>Shall Ride Triumphantly in <HI>CHARLES</HI> his Waine;</L>
<L>Then &s;hall it's Harmony our <HI>Thebes</HI> advance,</L>
<L>And make <HI>rude Stones</HI> into a <HI>City</HI> Dance.</L>
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<P><HI>Imprimatur,</HI> Hen: Bag&s;haw, <HI>Reverendi&s;&s;ime in Chri&s;to Patri, ac Dom. Dom.</HI> Richardo <HI>Archiepi&s;.</HI> Eboracen&s;i &agrave; <HI>Sacris Dome&s;t.</HI></P>
<CLOSER><DATELINE>Datum <HI>Epi&s;copo. Thorpae,</HI><DATE>Maii <HI>21. 1667.</HI></DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>YORK,</HI> Printed by <HI>S. B.</HI> for <HI>F. M.</HI> 1667.</P>
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