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<HEAD>LONDON Undone; OR, A Reflection upon the Late DISASTEROUS FIRE.</HEAD>
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<L>_NO more Hi&s;torians your &s;urmi&s;e recant,</L>
<L>For <HI>London</HI>'s Flames have prov'd her <HI>Troy-Novant</HI></L>
<L>Pack that Pack may, all ready to be gone,</L>
<L>For every man was an <HI>Ucaligon.</HI></L>
<L><HI>London,</HI> that once was glory of the VVorld,</L>
<L>Heaps upon heaps is in confu&s;ion hurl'd!</L>
<L>The Head and Foot, the Root and Branch embrace,</L>
<L>The lofty <HI>Turret,</HI> and the lowly <HI>ba&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Tables, and Stools, as they the Flames were woing,</L>
<L><HI>Contribute matter to their own undoing.</HI></L>
<L>Their Goods (alas!) men knew not where to carry,</L>
<L>For even the Churches were no <HI>Sanctuary:</HI></L>
<L>Such as convey'd their Trea&s;ure to St. <HI>Paul,</HI></L>
<L>In hope they there were &s;afe, even they lo&s;t all.</L>
<L>No Eye could travel thither, but it meets</L>
<L>Too many Authors in their <HI>winding Sheets.</HI></L>
<L>Th' imperious Flames about each Arch did hover,</L>
<L>Till every Book had got on a <HI>red cover;</HI></L>
<L>And &s;o continued in that furious rage,</L>
<L>That it writ <HI>Finis</HI> in the <HI>Title Page.</HI></L>
<L>VVhat any &s;av'd, (as who would not de&s;ire?)</L>
<L>He earnt it, for <HI>he got it out o' th' Fire.</HI></L>
<L>Our Merchants turn'd (O &s;ad to the beholders!)</L>
<L><HI>Scotch Merchants with their shops upon their &s;houlders.</HI></L>
<L>Places were lo&s;t where Coach and Cart might meet,</L>
<L>A half burnt Steeple was the Sign o' th' Street.</L>
<L>A dumb deformity could nothing &s;ay,</L>
<L>No, not &s;o much as give ye time o' th' day:</L>
<L>Hou&s;es lay top&s;ie turvy, Farewel Rents;</L>
<L>For now like <HI>I&s;ea'lites, we dwell in Tents:</HI></L>
<L>Here <HI>Par&s;on</HI> we <HI>Pluralities</HI> allow,</L>
<L>I fear ye 'l &s;carcely make one Church of two;</L>
<L>For fatal Time with his impartial Sythe</L>
<L>Has mow'd down all, &s;carce left &s;o much as <HI>Tythe.</HI></L>
<L>And what yet much more &s;ad is, with the Dead,</L>
<L>A man may &s;ee the <HI>Living</HI> buryed.</L>
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<L>But that tho&s;e Hobnail'd Clowns &s;hould be &s;o chubbi&s;h,</L>
<L>Whom though we knew much ba&s;er then our rubbi&s;h:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e pilfering Country-Coridons, that they</L>
<L>Should come to make of us a &s;econd prey;</L>
<L>Ere I'de have an&s;wer'd their unju&s;t de&s;ire,</L>
<L>I'de fir&s;t have &s;een my Goods, and then i'th' Fire.</L>
<L>But then (alas!) men had no time to talk,</L>
<L>No more but &s;o, <HI>Take up your Bed and walk,</HI></L>
<L>Into the Fields on that bleak dew-dropt Gra&s;s,</L>
<L>Where the Earth Bed, and Heaven its Tea&s;ter was.</L>
<L>Infants and aged <HI>quarter'd</HI> row by row,</L>
<L>Never more <HI>Quarters</HI> had <HI>More-fields</HI> then now.</L>
<L>The Mi&s;cellany made in every &s;quare,</L>
<L>The Counterfeit of the <HI>Great Bed of Ware.</HI></L>
<L>Like tho&s;e in <HI>debt;</HI> the People dur&s;t not trot</L>
<L>Along the Streets, <HI>the Stones they were too hot.</HI></L>
<L>This (<HI>London</HI>) might be &s;poken of thy fall.</L>
<L><HI>Burnt Wine</HI> was plenteous at thy Funeral:</L>
<L>And, as Eye-witne&s;s, I may well report</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Bearers</HI> were tho&s;e of the, better &s;ort.</L>
<L>This to the Field, that to the Water bears,</L>
<L>The City then &s;warm'd with <HI>Philo&s;ophers.</HI></L>
<L>In brief, that I may to a period come,</L>
<L>Never was day &s;o &s;adly <HI>burthen&s;ome:</HI></L>
<L>Day did I &s;ay? Alas! we had no Night,</L>
<L>For a whole week together, 'twas t<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">o <HI>light.</HI></L>
<L>Ah lovely <HI>London!</HI> cruel Fate, and &s;trange,</L>
<L><HI>Beauty for A&s;hes,</HI> 'tis a &s;ad <HI>Exchange:</HI></L>
<L>When &s;uch as did in cieled Hou&s;es dwell,</L>
<L>Live now like <HI>Hermits</HI> in a &s;moaky <HI>Cell:</HI></L>
<L>Me thinks I tremble &s;till at the &s;ad &s;ight,</L>
<L>Where loads were <HI>heavy,</HI> and the hou&s;es <HI>light.</HI></L>
<L>Sad Spectacle, for maugre all endeavour,</L>
<L><HI>London</HI> departed of <HI>a burning Feaver.</HI></L>
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<L>Let others look at &s;econd Cau&s;es, I</L>
<L>See nothing in it but a D<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"></L>
<L>If I look up to Heavens A<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">ty <HI>Lord,</HI></L>
<L>I &s;hall with <HI>David &s;ee the Angels Sword.</HI></L>
<L>Shall I with <HI>A<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;op</HI>'s <HI>Dog</HI> &s;narl at the Stone?</L>
<L>No, I'le ob&s;erve the Hand whence it was throwne.</L>
<L>My Sins have forc'd this Vengeance from my God,</L>
<L>Shall I then kick? No, I will ki&s;s the Rod;</L>
<L>And by Repentance to my God be turning,</L>
<L>Who might have made this <HI>Everla&s;ting burning:</HI></L>
<L>Nor doubt I, but, if from our &s;ins we cea&s;e,</L>
<L>The <HI>Lord of Ho&s;ts</HI> will be the <HI>Prince of Peace.</HI></L>
<L>Then &s;hall this ruin'd City like a Ball,</L>
<L>Rebound &s;o much the higher for her fall.</L>
<L>And with the <HI>Phoenix;</HI> (Heaven will &s;o contrive,)</L>
<L>From her own A&s;hes &s;hall again revive.</L>
<L>VVhen, like the <HI>Churches</HI> you her Streets &s;hall &s;ee</L>
<L>Founded, and fronted <HI>uniformallie:</HI></L>
<L>Hou&s;es &s;o firmly built, &s;o fairly furni&s;ht,</L>
<L>As if it had been <HI>burnt,</HI> but to be <HI>burni&s;ht;</HI></L>
<L>Then you 'll conclude with me, the Flames were kind,</L>
<L>She was not &s;o much <HI>ruin'd,</HI> as <HI>refin'd.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed by <HI>E. C.</HI> for <HI>H. Ever&s;den,</HI> and <HI>H. Brome,</HI> 1666.</P>
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