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<HEAD>A WARNING For all &s;uch as de&s;ire to Sleep upon the GRASS:</HEAD>
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<P>By the Example of <HI>Mary Dud&s;on</HI> Maid-&s;ervant to Mr. <HI>Phillips</HI> a Gardener, dwel|ling in <HI>Kent &s;treet,</HI> in the Borough of <HI>Southwark</HI>: Being a mo&s;t &s;trange, but one Relation how &s;he was found in a Dead-&s;leep in the Garden, that no ordinaiy Noi&s;e could awake her; Ss al&s;o how an Adder entered into her body, the manner of her long Sickne&s;s, with a brief Di&s;covery of the Cau&s;e at length by her &s;trange and mo&s;t miraca|lous Vomiting up of about fourteen yong Adders, and one old Adder, on <HI>Augu&s;t</HI> 14.1664. about fourteen Inches in length, the Maid is yet living. The like to this hath not been known in this Age.</P>
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<OPENER>The Tune is, <HI>In Summer Time.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>GOod Lord, what Age we do live in,</L>
<L>how many Wonders doth befal?</L>
<L>Yet we repent not of our &s;in,</L>
<L>nor unto God for mercy call.</L>
<L>How often to us hath be &s;ent,</L>
<L>even by the Preachers of this Word,</L>
<L>Intreating us for to repent,</L>
<L>and turn unto the living Lord?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How hard are we for to believe</L>
<L>Gods Word within the Bible pen'd?</L>
<L>How oft do we our Maker grieve,</L>
<L>which &s;oul and body doth defend?</L>
<L>Lord teach us to &s;hake off our &s;ins,</L>
<L>and al&s;o to repent with &s;peed:</L>
<L>Good God defend us from tho&s;e Fiends,</L>
<L>that would our woe and &s;orrow breed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Serpent fir&s;t did <HI>Eve</HI> beguile,</L>
<L>cau&s;ing her <HI>God</HI> to di&s;obay,</L>
<L>So heaps of Sin on us doth pile,</L>
<L>but Chri&s;t hath wa&s;ht our Sins away.</L>
<L>And ever &s;ince old <HI>Adams</HI> fall,</L>
<L>he &s;till hath &s;ought us to de&s;troy;</L>
<L>And for to bring our Souls in thrall,</L>
<L>to deprive us of Heavenly Joy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As in the&s;e lines I will relate</L>
<L>a Story &s;trange, but yet ma&s;t true,</L>
<L>Of a Maidens &s;ad unhappy fate,</L>
<L>pre&s;ented here to publick view.</L>
<L>A Warning fair to tho&s;e that &s;leep</L>
<L>upon the ground, or in the gra&s;s</L>
<L>Le&s;t Serpents into them do creep,</L>
<L>as to this Maid it came to pa&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This <HI>Mary Dud&s;on</HI> wrought by'th' week,</L>
<L>and to the Market loads did bear;</L>
<L>For &s;he was pliant, milde and meek,</L>
<L>to gain a Living any where,</L>
<L>Her work was in the Garden &s;till,</L>
<L>for there &s;he &s;pent the plea&s;ant day,</L>
<L>For in &s;uch work &s;he had mo&s;t &s;kill,</L>
<L>and for the &s;ame received pay.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But when the plea&s;ant Sun &s;hone hot,</L>
<L>&s;he would lye down o'th ground to &s;leep,</L>
<L>Not dreading of any harm, God wot,</L>
<L>but &s;ome Refre&s;hment for to reap.</L>
<L>About the end of <HI>July</HI> last</L>
<L>&s;he &s;leeping in the Garden lay,</L>
<L>In a dead Sleep &s;he lay &s;o fa&s;t</L>
<L>&s;he eas'ly would not wake, they &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>Much fleam about her mouth did lie,</L>
<L>in a mo&s;t &s;ad and di&s;mal &s;ort,</L>
<L>Which did amaze tho&s;e that &s;tood by,</L>
<L>as for a truth they do report;</L>
<L>She was &s;o fa&s;t a&s;leep they could</L>
<L>by no meanes wake her suddenly,</L>
<L>After awaked, then behold</L>
<L>&s;he was &s;ore &s;ick and like to die.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus &s;he continued many a day,</L>
<L>in torments &s;trange both day and night,</L>
<L>For &s;he could have ea&s;e no way,</L>
<L>neither in ought could take delight:</L>
<L>The women they did marvel much</L>
<L>a Maiden &s;hould be in &s;uch ca&s;e:</L>
<L>At length the truth appeared &s;uch,</L>
<L>a greater Wonder came in place.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Her torments they grew very &s;trong,</L>
<L>her body was exceeding weak:</L>
<L>It &s;eemed unto her great wrong</L>
<L>to &s;it, to lye, to walk, or &s;peak,</L>
<L>Her thir&s;t it was exceeding &s;trange,</L>
<L>&s;he did drink &s;o abundantly,</L>
<L>Her body all coal black did change,</L>
<L>which &s;eem'd a wondrous Prodigie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But God that brings all truths to light,</L>
<L>where means was wanting, did &s;upply,</L>
<L>Before the neighboring peoples &s;ight,</L>
<L>that all might prai&s;e his Maje&s;ty.</L>
<L>At times as I do under&s;tand,</L>
<L>fourteen young Addres from her came</L>
<L>By Vomit, and the Lords command,</L>
<L>no other wight could do the &s;ame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e came from her all alive,</L>
<L>and that in &s;everal peoples view:</L>
<L>To get away they all did &s;trive,</L>
<L>but into the fire they them threw.</L>
<L>The fourteenth day of <HI>Augu&s;t</HI> la&s;t,</L>
<L>the old Adder by vomit came</L>
<L>Quite through her throat, and out was ca&s;t,</L>
<L>the &s;tanders by admir'd the &s;ame.</L>
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<LG>
<L>This hideous &s;ight put them to flight,</L>
<L>they judg'd her fourteen Inches long:</L>
<L>Her body thick, and colours bright,</L>
<L>with &s;eeming legs exceeding &s;trong.</L>
<L>She hi&s;t, and back &s;trove to return</L>
<L>into her mouth with eager &s;peed,</L>
<L>Being with&s;tood, away &s;he run,</L>
<L>for they had de&s;troyed all her breed.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Some Doctors hearing of the &s;ame,</L>
<L>&s;ome Potions &s;ent her pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>To mitigate that poy&s;oned flame,</L>
<L>which eas'd their Patient by and by.</L>
<L>Still &s;he remains both &s;ick and weak,</L>
<L>an Object of true Charity:</L>
<L>'Twould make a &s;tony heart to break,</L>
<L>con&s;idering of her mi&s;ery.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus have <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 span"> <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 span">d this Story true,</L>
<L>which hu<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 span"> te&s;tifie:</L>
<L>God knows <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 span"> may en&s;ue,</L>
<L>for who know<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter"> tha<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter"> he &s;hall die:</L>
<L>Thus to conclude and make an end,</L>
<L>of what to you I here do tell,</L>
<L>To Heaven I you all commend,</L>
<L>and &s;o I bid you all farewel.</L>
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<P>Tho&s;e that de&s;ire to be &s;atisfied of the Truth more at large, may repair to this woful Wight, a Spectacle of Gods mercy , and in Object of true Charity, being a con&s;tant Laborer in her health: It is hard to &s;ay whether &s;he will live or die. She lyeth over again&s;t the &s;ign of the <HI>Ship</HI> in <HI>Kent-&s;treet</HI> in the Borough of <HI>Souyhwark.</HI> This Relation the Author had from her own mouth.</P>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Charls Tyus</HI> on <HI>London</HI> bridge. 1664.</P>
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