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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<P>LONDON'S Bitter-Sweet-CUP OF TEARS, For Her late VISITATION: AND JOY, FOR The KING's Return.</P>
<P>With a Complement (in the clo&s;e) to FRANCE.</P>
<Q><HI>Non nos ampullas,</HI> &mdash;</Q>
<P>By <HI>Iohn Crouch.</HI></P>
<P>LONDON, Printed for THOMAS PALMER, at the <HI>Crown</HI> in <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter</HI>-Hall. 1666.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>The POEM</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AFter a wanton <HI>Century</HI> of <HI>Peace,</HI></L>
<L>Which all things but <HI>Obedience</HI> did increa&s;e;</L>
<L>Feuds and Rebellions mid&s;t <HI>three Kingdomes</HI> &s;pread,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Helli&s;h zeal</HI> took off both <HI>Crown</HI> and <HI>Head;</HI></L>
<L>Foul <HI>dregs</HI> contracted by <HI>Inte&s;tine Wars,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ill-A&s;pects,</HI> and wor&s;e <HI>frights</HI> of <HI>bearded Stars;</HI></L>
<L>Rank <HI>Exhalations</HI> from the <HI>Blood</HI> was &s;pilt,</L>
<L>And <HI>rankor</HI> from <HI>Impiety</HI> and <HI>Guilt:</HI></L>
<L>After all the&s;e, with thou&s;and <HI>Cau&s;es</HI> more,</L>
<L>(Fore&s;een, though not <HI>prevented,</HI> long before;)</L>
<L>The <HI>Air</HI> grown <HI>&s;ick,</HI> and the <HI>Contagion</HI> high,</L>
<L>Poor <HI>Londoners</HI> (not <HI>all</HI> prepar'd to die)</L>
<L>Herd after Herd into the <HI>Countrey</HI> throngs,</L>
<L>While many force their <HI>way</HI> thorow <HI>Forks</HI> and <HI>Prongs;</HI></L>
<L>Some in wide Fields their <HI>Tabernacle</HI> pitch,</L>
<L>And &s;ome both <HI>Bed</HI> and <HI>Grave</HI> make in a <HI>Ditch;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Provi&s;ions</HI> &s;et at &s;o unkind a <HI>&s;pace,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>&s;ick man dies,</HI> ere he can <HI>reach</HI> the place:</L>
<L>One that had &s;een the <HI>placing</HI> of tho&s;e <HI>Cates,</HI></L>
<L>Would not have judg'd them to be <HI>food,</HI> but <HI>Baits</HI></L>
<L>Cunningly planted to <HI>deceive,</HI> not <HI>cheri&s;h:</HI></L>
<L>'Tis &s;ad by ill plac'd <HI>Charity</HI> to peri&s;h!</L>
<L>Nay <HI>Londons Money</HI> mu&s;t not <HI>pa&s;&s;e,</HI> but there</L>
<L>All the <HI>free Bounty</HI> not of <HI>Love,</HI> but <HI>Fear;</HI></L>
<PB N="4" REF="3">
<L>The <HI>Plow men</HI> are as jealous of their <HI>Lives,</HI></L>
<L>As ever <HI>Citizens</HI> were of their <HI>Wives!</HI></L>
<L>But leave we <HI>Rural hearts</HI> to Rocks and Stones,</L>
<L>And Survey <HI>London</HI>'s Sorrows, Sighs and Moans.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As when our <HI>Thames</HI> with mon&s;trous <HI>Ebbe</HI> doth fly,</L>
<L>To wider <HI>Straits,</HI> and leaves his <HI>Channel</HI> dry;</L>
<L>The great Fi&s;h with his rapid Streams retire,</L>
<L>Leaving the <HI>le&s;s</HI> and <HI>weaker</HI> to expire</L>
<L>Upon the <HI>thir&s;ty</HI> Sands, and <HI>de&s;olate</HI> Shelves,</L>
<L>Lo&s;t, and unable to <HI>Protect</HI> them&s;elves:</L>
<L>The like <HI>de&s;tructive</HI> and <HI>unequal</HI> Fate,</L>
<L>Left <HI>London</HI> Streets too <HI>Wide</HI> and <HI>De&s;olate;</HI></L>
<L>Threw out the <HI>Wealthy</HI> int' th' <HI>open Air,</HI></L>
<L>And leaves the <HI>Needy</HI> to Heavens <HI>angry</HI> care!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Trade <HI>interrupted,</HI> and the <HI>Royal Bur&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Quitted and Empty as the Cities <HI>Pur&s;e;</HI></L>
<L>While Steeples howling Day and Night, do call</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands together to one <HI>Funeral:</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Bells,</HI> neither the <HI>Old,</HI> and Con&s;ecrate;</L>
<L>Nor the unhallowed <HI>New,</HI> could help our Fate:</L>
<L>Not with <HI>perpetual Motion</HI> purge the Sky,</L>
<L>Still <HI>mid-night</HI> and <HI>meridian Arrows</HI> fly.</L>
<L>Graves <HI>wide</HI> and <HI>deep</HI> Gape like the mouth of <HI>Hell,</HI></L>
<L>In which <HI>whole Lanes</HI> (now <HI>nearer</HI> Neighbours) fell;</L>
<L><HI>Pits</HI> round the <HI>Church,</HI> ca&s;t like a fatal Line,</L>
<L>Threatned the <HI>Sacred Pile</HI> to undermine.</L>
<PB N="5" REF="3">
<L>Pale Famine feeds upon the <HI>Plague;</HI> The <HI>Poor</HI></L>
<L>All <HI>Searchers</HI> grown, to find a <HI>Rich-man</HI>'s Door;</L>
<L>If <HI>One</HI> in a whole Street live here and there,</L>
<L>Their <HI>Gates</HI> are &s;hut, either by <HI>Pe&s;t</HI> or <HI>fear;</HI></L>
<L>Perhaps &s;ome <HI>brawny</HI> U&s;urer &s;tayes behind,</L>
<L>Not to the <HI>City,</HI> but his <HI>Avarice,</HI> kind;</L>
<L>Who dying 'mid&s;t his <HI>Gold</HI> and <HI>Silver,</HI> &s;ends</L>
<L>His <HI>City-gods</HI> to ble&s;s his Countrey Friends;</L>
<L>Now happily by <HI>Ru&s;ticks</HI> u&s;'d &s;o well,</L>
<L>As if they had Remov'd from <HI>Heaven</HI> to <HI>Hell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sometimes when <HI>Charity</HI> her &s;elf did meet,</L>
<L>A poor afflicted <HI>Creature</HI> in the Street;</L>
<L>Though warm'd <HI>Pa&s;sion</HI> and <HI>Pre&s;ervatives,</HI></L>
<L>Her trembling <HI>Palme</HI> contracts, and nothing gives;</L>
<L>But fearing &s;ome <HI>infected Hand</HI> or <HI>Breath,</HI></L>
<L>Leaves the <HI>&s;tarv'd Soul</HI> to <HI>pity</HI> and to <HI>Death:</HI></L>
<L>Which now grew &s;o familiar to the Eye,</L>
<L>The pre&s;ent wonder was to Live, not Dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Vault at <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter</HI> &s;o large and wide;</L>
<L>Which every <HI>Term</HI> fill'd with a bu&s;ie <HI>Tide</HI></L>
<L>Of lawfull <HI>Adver&s;aries,</HI> (who, though mov'd</L>
<L>With <HI>Wrath</HI> and <HI>Spleen,</HI> walk <HI>clo&s;e</HI> as if they lov'd)</L>
<L>How &s;ad it looks! How like that <HI>paved Hall,</HI></L>
<L>Which did a <HI>Chri&s;t,</HI> and <HI>King,</HI> to Iudgement call.</L>
<PB N="6" REF="4">
<L>Nothing <HI>&s;old</HI> here, but <HI>Oxford</HI> and <HI>L'E&s;trange,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Two Sheets,</HI> the Cities <HI>Market</HI> and <HI>Exchange:</HI></L>
<L>Perhaps &s;ome <HI>idle Squire</HI> walks to and fro,</L>
<L>Not knowing <HI>what</HI> to do, nor <HI>where</HI> to go;</L>
<L>Till his <HI>Dogs Appetite barks,</HI> though in vain,</L>
<L>And wi&s;hes <HI>Arthurs Table</HI> here again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Sacred Fabricks of St. <HI>Pauls,</HI> and <HI>Abby,</HI></L>
<L>Now (Synagogue like) &s;erv'd with one <HI>Scribe</HI> and <HI>Rabby:</HI></L>
<L>No <HI>Breath</HI> the <HI>Seats</HI> nor <HI>Organs</HI> to In&s;pire,</L>
<L>Poor <HI>Robbin Redbre&s;t</HI> Sings for all the <HI>Quire;</HI></L>
<L>When this <HI>&s;ad Reformation</HI> fir&s;t was &s;een,</L>
<L>I thought Sir <HI>Robert Harlow</HI> had been <HI>Dean;</HI></L>
<L>Who <HI>Broak</HI> and <HI>Melted</HI> all was in his power,</L>
<L>But dearly lov'd the <HI>Images</HI> o'th' <HI>Tower.</HI>
<NOTE PLACE="marg">Mr. of the Mint.</NOTE></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet of the <HI>Two,</HI> this of St. <HI>Peters Chair,</HI></L>
<L>Is, if not <HI>Beautiful,</HI> in good <HI>Repair;</HI></L>
<L>When good St. <HI>Paul</HI> hath more of <HI>Faith</HI> then <HI>Works,</HI></L>
<L>Th'Ea&s;t <HI>Chri&s;tian,</HI> but the We&s;t not fit for <HI>Turks;</HI></L>
<L>Only the <HI>King,</HI> to &s;hew 'tis not his <HI>Guilt,</HI></L>
<L>Has <HI>beautified</HI> all his ble&s;t Father <HI>Built;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pauls</HI> Reformation do's mo&s;t &s;adly &s;tick,</L>
<L><HI>Rent</HI> in the <HI>Middle</HI> and turn'd <HI>Schi&s;matick;</HI></L>
<L>And now may well <HI>renew</HI> his <HI>ju&s;t Complaint,</HI></L>
<L>He came <HI>too late</HI> to be our <HI>Almanack-Saint:</HI>
<NOTE PLACE="marg">St. <HI>Pauls Day,</HI> till this la&s;t Convocation, not marked with red Let|ters.</NOTE></L>
<L>Many I fear could <HI>wi&s;h</HI> both Temples down;</L>
<L>T'enjoy (that <HI>Ador'd</HI> Trinity) in town;</L>
<PB N="7" REF="4">
<L><HI>King, Term,</HI> and <HI>Parliament;</HI> Great <HI>Cryes</HI> are made,</L>
<L>Not for St. <HI>Pauls,</HI> but (our <HI>Diana</HI>) Trade.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ah! but when <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter</HI> or <HI>London</HI> meet,</L>
<L>Upon tho&s;e <HI>Peebles</HI> of the <HI>Royal Street;</HI></L>
<L>(Anen&s;t that <HI>White tower,</HI> Rais'd by <HI>Scotlands</HI> Iames,
<NOTE PLACE="marg">Banquetting-hou&s;e.</NOTE></L>
<L>To gain <HI>two Pro&s;pects,</HI> of the <HI>Park</HI> and <HI>Thames</HI>)</L>
<L>They weep o're the di&s;coloured Stones, and Cry,</L>
<L>Here &s;prung that <HI>High Blood</HI> fir&s;t inflam'd the Sky:</L>
<L>Here was committed <HI>Englands</HI> Capital <HI>Crime,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Mon&s;ter Plague hatcht</HI> here, but <HI>born</HI> in time.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O then <HI>bright Sun</HI> o'th' <HI>Briti&s;h World</HI> appear,</L>
<L>To <HI>Influence</HI> Your Native <HI>Hemi&s;phere:</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Pre&s;ence</HI> (Light and Heat) all <HI>Good</HI> creates;</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Ab&s;ence</HI> (an Eclip&s;e) <HI>Depopulates.</HI></L>
<L>Till You with <HI>Oriental beames</HI> Ari&s;e,</L>
<L>Poor <HI>London</HI> faints, peopl'd with Winter flyes;</L>
<L>Which with <HI>Con&s;umptive</HI> Legs and Spirits crawle,</L>
<L>To &s;eek their <HI>Sun</HI> from <HI>Cheap&s;ide</HI> to <HI>White-hall;</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Place</HI> bereav'd of your Pre&s;ential Care,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;ink: Where you <HI>breath not,</HI> breaths no <HI>good Air:</HI></L>
<L>Of tho&s;e va&s;t Heaps the Sword of <HI>Pest'lence</HI> &s;lew,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t died o'th' <HI>Pe&s;t,</HI> many for want of <HI>You.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But You are <HI>Come</HI> in Charitable ha&s;t,</L>
<L>The <HI>fir&s;t Return'd,</HI> who went away the <HI>la&s;t;</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>noble Con&s;tellations</HI> drag by th' way,</L>
<L>With many <HI>le&s;&s;er Planets</HI> gon a &s;tray;</L>
<PB N="8" REF="5">
<L>Nothing but your <HI>warm Influence</HI> could ope,</L>
<L><HI>London,</HI> that long clo&s;'d dying
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Marigold.</NOTE> <HI>Heliotrope:</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>City</HI> not with <HI>grief,</HI> but <HI>triumph</HI> pants,</L>
<L>Each <HI>Street</HI> as bu&s;ie as a Field of <HI>Ants;</HI></L>
<L>Your <HI>Pre&s;ence,</HI> Barracado'd <HI>Shops</HI> and <HI>Doors,</HI></L>
<L>Opens as kindly as the <HI>Spring</HI> our <HI>Pores:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Bon-fires</HI> Salute You, and the New-tun'd <HI>Bells</HI></L>
<L>Chyme <HI>P&s;alms of Ioy,</HI> in&s;tead of <HI>doleful Knells;</HI></L>
<L>To purge the <HI>Air,</HI> no <HI>Coal-fires</HI> now need burn,</L>
<L><HI>Magnificats</HI> do that for Your <HI>Return:</HI></L>
<L>Thus <HI>Loyal</HI> LONDON hath a <HI>Ran&s;ome</HI> paid,</L>
<L>For that <HI>Defection</HI> the <HI>Di&s;loyal</HI> made.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Heaven ble&s;s Your Maje&s;ty, may You Advance,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Victorious En&s;igns, through the Heart of</HI> France:</L>
<L><HI>And &s;ince your</HI> Vice-Roy <HI>has committed</HI> Trea&s;on,</L>
<L><HI>Be plea&s;'d</HI> &s;ans Complement, <HI>to do him</HI> Rea&s;on:</L>
<L>S. George <HI>&s;hall go, and play a Game at</HI> Tennis,</L>
<L><HI>In</HI>
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">VV<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">ere the <HI>French</HI> was b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="2 letters">by the <HI>Engli&s;h.</HI></NOTE> Agincourt, <HI>or el&s;ewhere, with</HI> S. Dennis.</L>
<L><HI>Then over</HI> MONCK, <HI>and make your</HI> Dukedome <HI>good,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Seal</HI> Albemarle <HI>once more with</HI> Gallick <HI>Blood;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And let the</HI> Proclamation <HI>of proud</HI> Lewis,</L>
<L><HI>Proclaim Great</HI> CHARLES, <HI>who King of</HI> France <HI>the</HI> true is.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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