A most true relation of a very dreadfull earth-quake with the lamentable effectes thereof, vvhich began vpon the 8. of December 1612. and yet continueth most fearefull in Munster in Germanie. Reade and tremble. Translated out of Dutch by Charles Demetrius, publike notarie in London.
      
       
         
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             A most true relation of a very dreadfull earth-quake with the lamentable effectes thereof, vvhich began vpon the 8. of December 1612. and yet continueth most fearefull in Munster in Germanie. Reade and tremble. Translated out of Dutch by Charles Demetrius, publike notarie in London.
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           A
           Most
           true
           Relation
           of
           a
           very
           dreadfull
           Earth-quake
           ,
           with
           the
           Lamentable
           effectes
           thereof
           ,
           Which
           began
           vpon
           the
           8.
           of
           DECEMBER
           1612.
           and
           yet
           continueth
           most
           fearefull
           in
           
             Munster
          
           in
           
             Germanie
             .
          
        
         
           
             READE
             AND
             TREMBLE
             .
          
        
         
           Translated
           out
           of
           Dutch
           by
           
             Charles
             Demetrius
             ,
          
           Publike
           Notarie
           in
           
             London
             .
             And
             Printed
             at
             Rotterdame
             in
             Holland
             ,
             at
             the
             Signe
             of
             the
             White
             Gray-hound
             .
          
        
         
           depiction of comet sighting
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           
             A
             MOST
             TRVE
             Relation
             of
             a
             very
             dreadfull
             
               Earth-quake
               ,
               with
               the
               lamentable
            
             effects
             thereof
             ,
             which
             began
             vpon
             the
             eight
             of
             
               December
            
             this
             present
             yeare
             1612.
             
               and
               yet
               continueth
               most
            
             fearefull
             in
             
               Munster
               in
            
             Germanie
             .
          
           
             HOw
             happie
             was
             
               Adam
            
             (
             our
             Father
             )
             to
             haue
             the
             world
             (
             then
             vnspotted
             )
             his
             Kingdome
             ,
             Paradise
             his
             Pallace
             ,
             all
             creatures
             vpon
             Earth
             his
             Subiects
             ,
             God
             himselfe
             his
             Protector
             ,
             good
             Angels
             his
             councellors
             ,
             Sunne
             ,
             Moone
             and
             Starres
             his
             Bookes
             of
             contemplation
             ,
             and
             Eden
             his
             Garden
             of
             plentie
             and
             pleasure
             ,
             where
             hee
             had
             all
             things
             that
             were
             
             good
             ,
             and
             was
             in
             daunger
             of
             nothing
             that
             was
             euill
             .
             But
             how
             wretched
             was
             hee
             for
             disobeying
             his
             Creators
             commandement
             ,
             to
             loose
             all
             this
             happinesse
             ,
             and
             in
             that
             Treason
             of
             his
             to
             condemne
             all
             his
             posteritie
             ?
             How
             miserable
             are
             the
             Sonnes
             become
             by
             the
             Fathers
             fall
             ?
             How
             blessed
             had
             they
             beene
             ,
             if
             hee
             had
             stood
             ?
             For
             reckon
             vp
             their
             losses
             :
             the
             World
             that
             should
             haue
             beene
             their
             Paradi●e
             is
             now
             their
             Prison
             .
             Mans
             protector
             (
             God
             )
             hath
             giuen
             him
             ouer
             :
             Angels
             (
             that
             then
             were
             his
             equals
             )
             are
             now
             farre
             aboue
             him
             ,
             All
             creatures
             that
             were
             his
             Subiects
             ,
             rebell
             at
             their
             Lord
             and
             Master
             ▪
             a
             little
             Bee
             dares
             sting
             him
             ,
             the
             smallest
             Gnatte
             is
             ready
             to
             choake
             him
             :
             The
             earth
             brings
             foorth
             Bryers
             and
             Brambles
             to
             scratch
             him
             ,
             poysons
             to
             kill
             him
             ,
             Serpents
             to
             deuour
             him
             ,
             yea
             the
             heauens
             themselues
             emptie
             their
             ful
             Quiuers
             of
             dreadful
             vengeance
             ,
             shooting
             tempests
             of
             Hayle
             ,
             Ice
             ,
             Snowe
             ,
             Waters
             ,
             Windes
             ,
             Thunder
             and
             Lightning
             ,
             vpon
             his
             miserable
             and
             sinfull
             head
             .
             That
             which
             hath
             a
             Sunne
             placed
             in
             it
             to
             giue
             him
             heate
             ,
             foode
             and
             life
             ,
             powres
             vppon
             him
             her
             Vyols
             of
             wrath
             :
             That
             which
             was
             made
             firme
             for
             his
             footing
             ,
             and
             to
             beare
             vp
             Kingdomes
             ,
             Cities
             ,
             and
             all
             the
             creatures
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             now
             shakes
             ,
             and
             opens
             her
             entrailes
             to
             swallow
             him
             in
             that
             wombe
             ,
             where
             first
             hee
             was
             begotten
             .
          
           
           
             Shall
             I
             drawe
             before
             your
             eyes
             a
             liuely
             Picture
             ,
             to
             make
             you
             see
             these
             things
             ?
             Alacke
             !
             we
             write
             our
             passed
             punishments
             vpon
             the
             brest
             of
             Time
             ,
             and
             when
             his
             backe
             is
             turned
             ,
             it
             is
             like
             Childrens
             bookes
             clasped
             vp
             ,
             wee
             forget
             what
             lessons
             we
             reade
             there
             .
             We
             are
             all
             like
             
               Zenophantus
               ,
            
             that
             could
             doe
             nothing
             but
             laugh
             :
             yea
             ,
             our
             escaped
             miseries
             are
             but
             our
             mockeries
             ;
             for
             (
             as
             dull
             beasts
             doe
             )
             we
             feele
             stripes
             to
             day
             ,
             but
             forget
             the
             smarting
             to
             morrow
             ;
             growing
             fat
             with
             afflictions
             as
             Asses
             doe
             with
             blowes
             ,
             and
             the
             more
             beaten
             ,
             the
             harder
             our
             hearts
             are
             ,
             like
             yron
             ,
             lying
             vnder
             the
             hammer
             .
          
           
             Since
             then
             we
             neuer
             feare
             Ship
             wracke
             ,
             but
             when
             we
             see
             our
             Vessels
             ready
             to
             Split
             vpon
             Rockes
             ,
             and
             that
             wee
             thinke
             neuer
             to
             fall
             ,
             but
             when
             the
             Axe
             is
             laide
             to
             the
             roote
             ;
             Since
             no
             rodde
             can
             terrifie
             but
             what
             is
             presently
             held
             ouer
             vs
             ;
             O
             yee
             Worldlings
             ,
             (
             vnlesse
             your
             bosomes
             bee
             as
             cold
             as
             your
             Charitie
             is
             )
             I
             shall
             melt
             you
             all
             into
             Water
             ,
             and
             startle
             your
             Soules
             out
             of
             their
             deadly
             slumbers
             ,
             vnlesse
             they
             bee
             as
             dull
             and
             heauie
             as
             your
             sinnes
             are
             ,
             by
             ratling
             in
             your
             eares
             the
             Thunder
             of
             Diuine
             vengeance
             ,
             whose
             noyse
             doth
             now
             at
             this
             very
             instant
             terrifie
             vs
             your
             disconsolate
             Neighbours
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Earth-quake
             in
             Munster
             ,
             
               with
               other
               fearefull
               Prodigies
            
             seene
             in
             the
             Ayre
             .
          
           
             MVnster
             is
             a
             Citie
             ,
             situate
             in
             Westphalia
             ,
             a
             part
             of
             the
             lower
             Germany
             :
             It
             stands
             vpon
             a
             hill
             ,
             fauoured
             by
             Heauen
             for
             sweete
             and
             wholesome
             ayre
             ,
             and
             wanting
             nothing
             which
             the
             Prouinces
             ,
             adioyning
             to
             it
             ,
             doe
             plentifully
             enioy
             .
             It
             is
             rich
             in
             people
             ,
             and
             the
             people
             rich
             in
             pleasures
             ,
             and
             therefore
             in
             sinne
             ,
             no
             windes
             being
             able
             to
             wey
             downe
             the
             full
             eares
             of
             their
             pride
             ,
             but
             the
             breath
             of
             his
             nosethrils
             which
             can
             make
             Princes
             to
             bow
             beneath
             his
             foot
             stoole
             .
          
           
             In
             this
             Citie
             (
             swelling
             with
             the
             abundance
             which
             her
             owne
             wombe
             beares
             and
             brings
             forth
             :
             )
             when
             her
             head
             lay
             in
             the
             soft
             lappe
             of
             
             ease
             ,
             when
             Peace
             sate
             at
             her
             Gates
             ,
             Freedome
             walked
             in
             her
             Streetes
             ,
             and
             when
             securitie
             laide
             all
             the
             Inhabitants
             vpon
             their
             wanton
             Pillowes
             .
             Behold
             ,
             the
             Reuealer
             and
             Reuenger
             of
             all
             close
             and
             hidden
             impietie
             suddenly
             snatched
             out
             his
             Sword
             ,
             and
             (
             smiting
             at
             them
             )
             made
             their
             loftiest
             Pinnacles
             to
             tremble
             .
             For
             vpon
             the
             eight
             day
             of
             
               December
            
             (
             now
             last
             )
             a
             vniuersall
             Earth-quake
             shooke
             the
             deepest
             foundations
             of
             the
             strongest
             buildings
             ;
             Churches
             and
             Steeples
             reeled
             in
             the
             Ayre
             like
             Shippes
             (
             in
             stormes
             )
             beaten
             vpon
             the
             Waues
             ,
             and
             in
             a
             moment
             ,
             their
             highest
             Battlements
             came
             tumbling
             to
             the
             Earth
             .
             Towers
             of
             Flint
             &
             Marble
             cannot
             resist
             this
             batterie
             .
             The
             wrath
             of
             ten
             thousand
             Canons
             cannot
             confound
             so
             quickly
             ,
             for
             whole
             streetes
             of
             Houses
             stand
             tottering
             ▪
             and
             whole
             streetes
             of
             Houses
             fall
             .
             Safetie
             hath
             no
             Walles
             to
             dwell
             in
             ,
             no
             corner
             to
             flie
             to
             .
             Men
             ,
             Women
             and
             Children
             are
             with
             the
             terror
             throwne
             to
             the
             Earth
             ,
             and
             as
             there
             they
             lie
             ,
             their
             owne
             Buildings
             fall
             on
             them
             ,
             and
             grinde
             them
             into
             dust
             .
             If
             any
             haue
             so
             much
             heart
             left
             ,
             as
             to
             lift
             vp
             his
             hands
             to
             Heauen
             ,
             he
             is
             presently
             struck
             dead
             by
             Thunder
             and
             Lightning
             ,
             which
             rage
             with
             such
             terrible
             furie
             ,
             ouer
             all
             the
             poore
             desolately
             ruined
             Citie
             ▪
             As
             if
             GOD
             in
             anger
             had
             swore
             to
             make
             this
             an
             example
             to
             other
             places
             of
             his
             Judgement
             ,
             as
             hee
             did
             his
             holy
             Citie
             Jerusalem
             ,
             not
             to
             leaue
             one
             stone
             standing
             vpon
             another
             .
          
           
           
             Armies
             of
             fiery
             clouds
             thus
             fight
             against
             these
             wretched
             people
             in
             the
             Ayre
             :
             thunder
             frights
             their
             soules
             ,
             and
             astonisheth
             their
             hearing
             ,
             the
             ground
             trembles
             vnder
             them
             ,
             and
             because
             euery
             Sence
             should
             be
             punished
             ,
             according
             to
             his
             offences
             ,
             the
             eye
             that
             once
             scorned
             to
             looke
             vp
             so
             high
             as
             heauen
             ,
             is
             now
             forced
             full
             of
             teares
             ,
             from
             thence
             to
             begge
             one
             droppe
             of
             mercy
             ,
             but
             in
             stead
             of
             that
             ,
             it
             beholdeth
             a
             blazing
             &
             direfull
             Comet
             :
             The
             Stars
             that
             are
             the
             glorious
             Scutcheons
             of
             the
             Creator
             ,
             and
             stucke
             as
             candles
             in
             heauen
             to
             light
             man
             in
             the
             night
             ,
             becaus●
             he
             should
             worke
             no
             wickednesse
             in
             darknesse
             ,
             are
             now
             changed
             into
             prodigious
             ,
             dreadfull
             ,
             and
             fiery
             Meteors
             .
             They
             are
             out
             of
             that
             celestiall
             order
             which
             the
             Great
             Generall
             aboue
             placed
             them
             in
             :
             And
             like
             a
             Kingdome
             in
             ciuill
             vprores
             threaten
             nothing
             but
             plagues
             ,
             mischiefe
             to
             the
             world
             and
             confusion
             .
             Misery
             is
             euer
             borne
             with
             a
             twinne
             .
             These
             prodigies
             come
             not
             alone
             ,
             but
             other
             strange
             and
             horrid
             apparitions
             flie
             vp
             and
             downe
             the
             Ayre
             :
             No
             time
             being
             free
             ,
             as
             if
             night
             and
             day
             contended
             together
             ,
             which
             of
             them
             should
             afflict
             and
             insult
             ouer
             a
             wretched
             downe-trodden
             Citie
             ,
             with
             sharpest
             tyrannie
             :
             For
             the
             Earthquake
             ,
             with
             Thunder
             and
             lightning
             doth
             twice
             euery
             day
             (
             at
             distinct
             times
             )
             shake
             ,
             disioynt
             ,
             and
             beate
             to
             the
             ground
             the
             howses
             ,
             and
             kill
             the
             people
             ,
             and
             when
             night
             should
             lend
             them
             rest
             to
             their
             calamities
             ,
             they
             
             are
             kept
             waking
             by
             these
             second
             allarms
             in
             the
             Element
             .
             Not
             farre
             from
             Munster
             standeth
             a
             Castell
             called
             Bileuelt
             ,
             strongly
             built
             vpon
             a
             mightie
             rocke
             ,
             and
             this
             Fort
             (
             for
             all
             it
             seemed
             to
             be
             impregnable
             )
             hath
             beene
             shaken
             by
             the
             battry
             of
             this
             Earthquake
             ,
             and
             such
             a
             breach
             made
             into
             the
             very
             Rocke
             it selfe
             ,
             that
             the
             Castell
             is
             sunke
             beneath
             his
             setled
             and
             first
             foundation
             more
             than
             the
             depth
             of
             two
             mens
             height
             :
             That
             which
             remaineth
             vndeuoured
             in
             this
             stony
             and
             craggy
             Gulfe
             ,
             aboue
             ground
             ,
             ●eeling
             ,
             wauing
             ,
             and
             tottering
             too
             and
             fro
             ,
             as
             easily
             (
             when
             the
             blow
             is
             giuen
             )
             as
             you
             see
             standing
             corne
             shaken
             by
             some
             mightie
             wind
             .
             Thus
             the
             poore
             people
             liue
             in
             this
             citie
             ,
             thus
             they
             perish
             :
             but
             leauing
             them
             a
             while
             .
          
           
             Into
             whose
             bosome
             shall
             I
             poure
             the
             riuer
             of
             my
             teares
             ?
             Into
             my
             countries
             ?
             she
             is
             ouerwhelmed
             already
             in
             the
             torrent
             of
             her
             owne
             sorrowes
             :
             Shall
             I
             sigh
             my
             lamentations
             vp
             into
             Ayre
             ?
             She
             is
             frighted
             with
             the
             vnusuall
             prodigies
             which
             the
             wrath
             of
             her
             Maker
             stickes
             vpon
             her
             beauty
             :
             will
             men
             heare
             me
             ?
             Sinne
             hardens
             their
             hearts
             ,
             and
             they
             are
             more
             senselesse
             than
             Rockes
             :
             to
             the
             Rockes
             ,
             Mountaines
             ,
             and
             Hilles
             then
             breath
             I
             out
             my
             Tragicall
             condolements
             :
             Alas
             ,
             they
             tremble
             too
             ,
             as
             readie
             to
             feele
             the
             generall
             dissolution
             :
             Let
             me
             open
             therefore
             the
             mangled
             booke
             of
             thy
             Ruines
             onely
             (
             O
             thou
             my
             inexpressibly
             dilacerated
             countrey
             )
             because
             in
             these
             
             leaues
             are
             written
             the
             blotted
             Stories
             of
             thy
             downefall
             .
          
           
             Why
             art
             thou
             (
             aboue
             all
             thy
             fellowes
             )
             marked
             out
             and
             drawne
             to
             the
             slaughter
             ?
             Is
             it
             because
             thy
             iniquities
             exceede
             the
             rest
             ,
             as
             thy
             punishments
             do
             ?
             Or
             is
             it
             because
             God
             is
             but
             angrie
             as
             a
             father
             ,
             (
             chastising
             any
             one
             that
             is
             next
             his
             hand
             )
             not
             in
             a
             particular
             quarrell
             to
             that
             one
             ,
             but
             to
             make
             these
             stripes
             giuen
             to
             him
             ,
             startle
             all
             the
             rest
             ,
             and
             so
             to
             keepe
             them
             in
             feare
             of
             correctiō
             .
             Or
             shal
             I
             let
             flie
             none
             of
             these
             arrowes
             but
             shooting
             at
             Rouers
             in
             another
             bow
             ,
             shal
             I
             with
             the
             Naturalist
             &
             searcher
             of
             secrets
             ,
             conclude
             that
             these
             Earth
             frauers
             haue
             their
             shakings
             from
             the
             ordinarie
             distemperature
             of
             Winds
             ,
             stealing
             into
             the
             bowels
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             there
             (
             with
             rombling
             ,
             tossing
             &
             stragling
             to
             acquire
             vent
             &
             passage
             )
             they
             open
             that
             Cauernes
             of
             the
             massie
             foundation
             ,
             and
             so
             tumble
             down
             all
             waightie
             matter
             that
             compresseth
             their
             violence
             ?
             Shall
             these
             Crutches
             serue
             for
             my
             beliefe
             to
             leane
             vpon
             ?
             No
             ,
             let
             the
             Lame
             &
             halting
             Heathen
             (
             that
             neuer
             trode
             in
             y●
             right
             path
             of
             his
             Creation
             )
             hold
             vp
             his
             knowledge
             by
             that
             weak
             staffe
             .
             Let
             him
             suppose
             that
             the
             wheeles
             of
             this
             great
             Vniuerse
             are
             set
             a
             going
             by
             the
             subtile
             workemanship
             of
             Nature
             ,
             &
             that
             their
             motions
             shall
             grow
             flow
             ,
             and
             weaken
             according
             as
             she
             her selfe
             waxeth
             old
             and
             decaying
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             I
             (
             that
             am
             a
             Christian
             )
             can
             read
             that
             there
             is
             a
             God
             (
             who
             controlles
             Nature
             ,
             )
             
             a
             God
             that
             made
             the
             Sunne
             to
             shine
             by
             day
             ,
             a
             Moone
             by
             night
             ,
             with
             Starres
             in
             the
             firmament
             not
             so
             much
             to
             beautify
             that
             Roofe
             ,
             as
             to
             serue
             the
             vse
             of
             man.
             And
             that
             those
             officers
             of
             light
             ,
             (
             those
             celestial
             torchbearers
             )
             are
             appointed
             to
             keep
             a
             decent
             ,
             setled
             &
             vnchangeable
             orderly
             course
             ,
             if
             I
             can
             also
             read
             that
             the
             same
             Omni-sufficiently-skilfull
             Enginer
             ,
             is
             at
             all
             times
             furnished
             with
             Thunder
             ,
             Lightning
             &
             Tempest
             ,
             (
             the
             Artillerie
             of
             his
             vengeance
             :
             )
             The
             naturall
             Philosopher
             shall
             pardon
             me
             ,
             if
             I
             thinke
             (
             and
             so
             wish
             all
             Christians
             to
             bee
             of
             this
             opinion
             )
             that
             as
             in
             our
             Earthly
             or
             Lunarie
             bodies
             ,
             accidentall
             violent
             diseases
             are
             fore-runners
             of
             languishing
             Sicknes
             ,
             or
             Imminent
             Death
             ,
             So
             when
             those
             heauenly
             bodies
             are
             out
             of
             tune
             ,
             distempered
             ,
             &
             distracted
             ,
             they
             are
             predictions
             of
             some
             fatall
             ,
             fearefull
             ,
             &
             portentious
             calamities
             ,
             assuredly
             threatning
             some
             particular
             Nation
             ,
             not
             shot
             from
             an
             ordinarie
             ,
             but
             a
             supernaturall
             hand
             .
             And
             I
             doe
             farther
             thinke
             that
             if
             the
             omnipotent
             Thunderer
             could
             locke
             vp
             sufficient
             store
             of
             Waters
             to
             drowne
             all
             the
             world
             ,
             as
             by
             his
             word
             (
             giuen
             since
             )
             he
             hath
             sworn
             to
             destroy
             it
             with
             fire
             ,
             sure
             it
             is
             that
             his
             opening
             of
             the
             same
             Sluces
             now
             (
             which
             ouer-flow
             and
             swallow
             vp
             our
             corne
             fields
             in
             their
             mercilesse
             inundations
             )
             are
             but
             to
             shewe
             vs
             the
             old
             whip
             which
             hee
             then
             held
             in
             his
             hands
             ,
             when
             first
             he
             gaue
             correction
             ,
             as
             these
             tearings
             of
             the
             Element
             ,
             with
             fires
             darted
             
             from
             his
             lightning
             vpon
             one
             especiall
             citie
             ,
             are
             meere
             Items
             to
             put
             vs
             in
             minde
             of
             that
             dreadfull
             last
             blow
             ,
             which
             shall
             pash
             the
             world
             in
             pieces
             in
             her
             vniuersall
             consummation
             .
          
           
             No
             no
             ,
             It
             is
             an
             extraordinarie
             Finger
             ,
             that
             points
             out
             where
             such
             Tempests
             shall
             fall
             .
             The
             Lord
             of
             Hostes
             hath
             some
             great
             Battle
             to
             bee
             fought
             ,
             and
             hée
             doeth
             now
             but
             leuie
             his
             forces
             :
             The
             Judge
             of
             all
             Kingdomes
             is
             to
             arraigne
             the
             sinnes
             of
             some
             one
             people
             ,
             and
             these
             are
             now
             but
             the
             summons
             sent
             from
             his
             court
             to
             warne
             their
             appearance
             .
             You
             neuer
             shall
             see
             these
             gentle
             Lashes
             vppon
             the
             outward
             flesh
             of
             a
             few
             ,
             but
             bee
             assured
             they
             are
             
               Flagella
               Dei
               ,
            
             his
             Rods
             which
             hee
             ties
             vp
             in
             bundels
             against
             some
             more
             terrible
             execution
             .
          
           
             I
             should
             here
             weepe
             mine
             eyes
             into
             Inke
             ,
             to
             set
             downe
             the
             deplorable
             condition
             of
             my
             countrey
             ,
             if
             I
             saw
             her
             onely
             tyed
             to
             the
             Stake
             of
             these
             afflictions
             ?
             But
             is
             
               Germanie
            
             in
             a
             flame
             ,
             and
             doe
             other
             Nations
             stand
             a
             loofe
             off
             ,
             warming
             their
             handes
             by
             her
             fires
             ?
             Not
             so
             ,
             Denmarke
             our
             next
             neighbour
             ,
             with
             France
             ,
             England
             ,
             Scotland
             ,
             Ireland
             ,
             and
             many
             other
             Maritime
             Kingdoms
             ,
             haue
             eaten
             of
             this
             sowre
             Grape
             as
             well
             as
             Germanie
             :
             they
             (
             as
             we
             )
             sit
             still
             on
             the
             weather
             beaten
             shores
             ,
             increasing
             the
             wrathfull
             Seas
             with
             Waters
             showring
             from
             their
             eyes
             ,
             for
             their
             fresh
             bleeding
             and
             neuer
             to
             be
             forgotten
             Irrecuperable
             losses
             .
          
           
           
             Awaken
             therfore
             (
             O
             you
             seuenteene
             daughters
             of
             
               Belgial
            
             )
             you
             that
             are
             rich
             in
             Possessions
             ,
             glorious
             in
             beautie
             ,
             princely
             in
             ornaments
             ,
             leaue
             listning
             to
             the
             charms
             of
             your
             light
             and
             wanton
             instruments
             ,
             and
             let
             the
             cries
             of
             vs
             your
             poore
             Neighbors
             force
             you
             to
             lift
             vp
             your
             eyes
             to
             heauen
             .
             Thinke
             not
             ,
             though
             you
             stand
             higher
             than
             vs
             ,
             that
             you
             stand
             snrer
             ,
             for
             the
             same
             Arme
             that
             hath
             shooke
             our
             strong
             Battlements
             ,
             can
             as
             suddenly
             crumble
             yours
             into
             dust
             ,
             your
             amendement
             may
             sue
             out
             our
             generall
             Pardon
             .
             Looke
             vpon
             your
             feete
             then
             and
             blush
             (
             for
             all
             your
             gay
             Fethers
             )
             at
             your
             deformitie
             .
             Your
             ancient
             and
             noblest
             vertues
             haue
             you
             turned
             into
             Sordid
             and
             most
             ugly
             abhominations
             ,
             Peace
             hath
             made
             you
             proude
             ,
             pride
             hath
             made
             you
             ambitious
             ,
             ambitiō
             warlike
             ,
             and
             Warre
             bloudie
             and
             insolent
             .
             Your
             industrie
             so
             admired
             throughout
             the
             World
             ,
             and
             so
             commendable
             at
             home
             ,
             is
             now
             like
             a
             Spiders
             Loome
             ,
             curiously
             wrought
             but
             to
             no
             good
             purpose
             .
          
           
             Sloth
             sits
             in
             your
             gates
             ,
             and
             wantonnesse
             lies
             dallying
             in
             your
             chambers
             :
             temperance
             in
             diet
             is
             growne
             to
             surfeting
             ,
             and
             those
             surfets
             breed
             oathes
             and
             quarrels
             .
             All
             your
             good
             deeds
             may
             be
             ingrauen
             within
             a
             ring
             of
             gold
             ,
             but
             your
             bad-ones
             stretch
             beyond
             all
             dimension
             .
             These
             are
             the
             trees
             of
             your
             glories
             :
             but
             note
             I
             pray
             how
             the
             fruits
             haue
             beene
             blasted
             .
             The
             Spaniard
             hath
             marched
             with
             swords
             of
             
             fire
             ,
             vpō
             the
             harts
             of
             your
             proudest
             cities
             ,
             your
             marriage-beds
             haue
             suffered
             deturpation
             ,
             and
             felt
             the
             hot
             lust
             of
             strangers
             ,
             your
             fairest
             Froes
             haue
             beene
             rauished
             of
             their
             honours
             by
             the
             mercenary
             souldier
             :
             yea
             the
             Dutch
             themselues
             haue
             (
             like
             Vipers
             )
             eaten
             out
             the
             belly
             that
             brought
             them
             forth
             ,
             Inhabitants
             of
             cities
             haue
             made
             their
             owne
             cities
             desolate
             ,
             and
             beaten
             downe
             those
             walles
             that
             should
             haue
             defended
             their
             families
             :
             Fathers
             haue
             murdered
             sons
             ,
             sonnes
             fathers
             ,
             and
             kinred
             made
             triumphes
             at
             the
             deflowring
             of
             their
             Neeces
             .
             Your
             goodly
             streets
             (
             O
             you
             Belgians
             )
             haue
             beene
             turned
             into
             Church-yards
             ,
             and
             your
             sumptuous
             State-Houses
             into
             shambles
             and
             graues
             ,
             yet
             these
             Drummes
             cannot
             wake
             you
             .
          
           
             O
             would
             to
             God
             therefore
             (
             you
             my
             countrimen
             the
             Dutch
             Nation
             ,
             ▪
             as
             you
             are
             now
             held
             valiant
             &
             warlike
             both
             by
             seas
             &
             land
             that
             you
             had
             in
             you
             lesse
             courage
             ,
             for
             it
             is
             only
             boldnesse
             that
             makes
             man
             wicked
             .
             Or
             would
             to
             God
             that
             as
             you
             haue
             drawne
             your
             swords
             against
             the
             bosome
             of
             your
             country
             ,
             you
             had
             likewise
             vnsheathed
             them
             against
             the
             sins
             of
             your
             country
             ,
             thē
             happily
             had
             not
             we
             drunk
             of
             this
             bitter
             cup
             of
             calamities
             ,
             then
             happily
             (
             which
             heauen
             auert
             )
             God
             will
             not
             phisicke
             you
             with
             the
             same
             strong
             potion
             .
             But
             because
             our
             fals
             may
             make
             you
             looke
             to
             your
             footing
             ,
             Behold
             how
             your
             country
             lies
             once
             more
             bleeding
             ,
             strucke
             by
             the
             same
             hand
             of
             heauen
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Other
             fearefull
             Examples
             ,
             vpon
             some
             swallowed
             (
             in
             their
             Cups
             )
             within
             
               the
               bowels
               of
               the
               Earth
               :
               with
               other
            
             terrible
             and
             ashonishing
             Accidents
             .
          
           
             THE
             first
             part
             of
             this
             
               Germaine-Tragedie
            
             is
             acted
             ,
             the
             second
             (
             full
             of
             Bloud
             and
             Horror
             )
             shall
             now
             be
             plainly
             shewed
             .
             It
             beginnes
             with
             a
             Marriage
             ,
             but
             ends
             in
             Murder
             :
             Banquets
             ,
             and
             full
             Cuppes
             of
             Wine
             lay
             the
             Cloath
             ,
             but
             shrikes
             and
             dismall
             crying
             take
             away
             the
             Table
             .
          
           
             Know
             therefore
             ,
             that
             in
             a
             Towne
             of
             
               Germany
            
             called
             
               Sybellen
               ,
            
             a
             rich
             young
             man
             ,
             (
             of
             the
             age
             of
             two
             and
             twenty
             yeares
             )
             called
             by
             the
             name
             of
             
               Antiochus
               ,
            
             hapned
             to
             be
             marryed
             to
             a
             Gentlemans
             Daughter
             of
             the
             same
             towne
             .
             The
             Nuptiall
             being
             (
             according
             to
             the
             custome
             of
             the
             Country
             )
             orderly
             celebrated
             in
             the
             Church
             ,
             home
             the
             marryed
             couple
             come
             ,
             accompanyed
             with
             kinsfolke
             ,
             friends
             ,
             and
             acquaintance
             ,
             who
             are
             all
             inuited
             to
             the
             solemnization
             of
             so
             happy
             a
             day
             .
          
           
           
             The
             knot
             being
             now
             tyed
             ,
             which
             to
             Louers
             is
             so
             welcome
             ,
             Musicke
             is
             called
             for
             ,
             to
             stirre
             vp
             their
             bloud
             and
             youthfull
             Spirits
             .
             Daunces
             hauing
             wearyed
             them
             ,
             they
             all
             sit
             downe
             at
             the
             Bridall-Table
             ,
             where
             
               Plentie
            
             her selfe
             could
             not
             haue
             inuented
             one
             dish
             more
             to
             furnish
             out
             the
             feast
             .
          
           
             At
             the
             table
             (
             after
             the
             Dutch
             fashion
             )
             they
             sit
             long
             ,
             and
             drinke
             hard
             ,
             and
             being
             cloyed
             with
             Glasses
             of
             Sugar
             and
             Rhenish
             ,
             whose
             poyson
             goes
             downe
             smoothly
             ,
             they
             fall
             againe
             to
             their
             Lauoltaes
             :
             and
             in
             ths
             manner
             doe
             they
             for
             three
             or
             foure
             dayes
             together
             ,
             renew
             good
             cheere
             ,
             their
             carowsing
             ,
             and
             their
             dauncing
             .
          
           
             And
             (
             as
             it
             commonly
             happens
             at
             such
             meetings
             )
             it
             being
             famed
             abroad
             that
             two
             wealthy
             persons
             were
             marryed
             ,
             a
             number
             of
             poore
             and
             aged
             people
             swarmed
             about
             the
             gates
             of
             the
             Bride-house
             :
             But
             whether
             it
             were
             the
             couetousnesse
             of
             the
             Parents
             ,
             the
             pride
             of
             the
             Bridegroome
             and
             Bride
             ,
             or
             the
             neglect
             of
             Seruants
             ,
             or
             whether
             it
             was
             Gods
             will
             to
             harden
             all
             their
             hearts
             ,
             onely
             to
             shew
             some
             punishment
             on
             such
             as
             are
             vncharitable
             ,
             to
             expresse
             his
             detestation
             of
             that
             sinne
             :
             or
             else
             whether
             hee
             suffered
             them
             to
             drowne
             themselues
             in
             Wine
             ,
             Belly-cheere
             and
             Pleasures
             ,
             of
             purpose
             to
             lay
             his
             iudgement
             vpon
             sensuall
             
             and
             luxurious
             
               Diues
               ,
            
             whilst
             he
             suffered
             poore
             
               Lazarus
            
             to
             begge
             crummes
             at
             his
             Gate
             ▪
             yet
             to
             haue
             none
             :
             but
             sure
             it
             is
             ,
             that
             commandement
             was
             giuen
             ,
             that
             no
             meates
             which
             came
             from
             the
             Wedding-Table
             ,
             should
             not
             onely
             not
             be
             giuen
             to
             the
             Beggars
             ,
             but
             that
             rather
             they
             should
             be
             all
             beaten
             with
             cudgels
             from
             the
             gates
             ,
             which
             was
             done
             accordingly
             .
             And
             so
             the
             Beggars
             being
             as
             vncharitable
             in
             their
             prayers
             ,
             as
             the
             other
             were
             cold
             in
             their
             almes
             ,
             went
             away
             with
             hungry
             Bellyes
             ,
             but
             their
             mouthes
             full
             of
             curses
             ,
             which
             they
             sp●tefully
             spit
             forth
             against
             the
             House
             ,
             the
             Owners
             ,
             the
             Bridegroome
             ,
             Bride
             ,
             Seruants
             ,
             and
             Guests
             .
          
           
             But
             their
             ▪
             breath
             had
             no
             power
             to
             hurt
             them
             ,
             it
             was
             God
             that
             was
             to
             take
             the
             quarrell
             in
             hand
             ,
             not
             for
             any
             loue
             to
             such
             wicked
             and
             licentious
             idle
             Caterpillers
             ,
             against
             whom
             he
             often
             hardens
             peoples
             hearts
             ,
             to
             punish
             their
             abhominable
             liuing
             ,
             but
             to
             reuenge
             himselfe
             vpon
             them
             ,
             who
             in
             their
             fulnesse
             despise
             those
             poore
             members
             that
             begge
             bread
             in
             the
             Name
             of
             his
             Sonne
             Jesus
             Christ
             .
             Yet
             he
             strikes
             them
             not
             presently
             ,
             because
             they
             should
             haue
             time
             giuen
             them
             to
             bethinke
             themselues
             ,
             and
             to
             remember
             the
             needy
             .
             But
             the
             hearts
             of
             them
             all
             being
             frozen
             vp
             ,
             and
             pitty
             not
             enduring
             in
             so
             colde
             and
             comfortlesse
             a
             lodging
             :
             
             Behold
             ,
             all
             at
             their
             plenteous
             and
             
               Epicurean
            
             voluptuous
             tables
             ,
             fall
             to
             drinking
             ,
             swilling
             ,
             and
             carowsing
             deepe
             healths
             ,
             which
             swimme
             from
             lip
             to
             lip
             in
             oaths
             ,
             in
             cursing
             and
             in
             quarrels
             :
             the
             Wine
             (
             ordayned
             by
             God
             for
             mans
             nourishment
             )
             washing
             the
             ground
             ,
             the
             earth
             being
             made
             drunken
             with
             her
             owne
             fruits
             :
             and
             the
             delicate
             meates
             (
             whose
             scraps
             the
             hungry
             beggar
             would
             haue
             beene
             glad
             of
             )
             were
             throwne
             in
             sinfull
             meriment
             ,
             in
             one
             anothers
             faces
             ,
             and
             then
             spitefully
             trodden
             in
             mockery
             vnder
             their
             feete
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             impiety
             the
             fire
             of
             Gods
             indignation
             being
             kindled
             ,
             he
             made
             the
             earth
             to
             cleaue
             ,
             and
             to
             swallow
             those
             that
             deuoured
             the
             blessings
             of
             it
             :
             her
             wombe
             opened
             like
             an
             insatiable
             Graue
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             same
             were
             they
             (
             All
             )
             buryed
             aliue
             .
          
           
             The
             terror
             of
             this
             strucke
             them
             halfe
             dead
             with
             astonishment
             that
             escaped
             the
             blow
             :
             yet
             afterwards
             euen
             they
             accounted
             them
             happy
             that
             were
             so
             taken
             away
             ,
             when
             they
             felt
             the
             sharpnesse
             of
             those
             miseries
             which
             presently
             Heauen
             threw
             vpon
             them
             .
             For
             sodainely
             ,
             the
             Day
             lost
             his
             light
             ,
             the
             Sunne
             hid
             his
             head
             ,
             as
             ashamed
             ,
             or
             rather
             detesting
             to
             looke
             vpon
             such
             wretches
             :
             and
             in
             stead
             of
             his
             comfortable
             brightnesse
             ,
             a
             melancholy
             ,
             pitchie
             ,
             glutinous
             ,
             and
             stincking
             ,
             misty
             darknesse
             couered
             
             all
             the
             place
             :
             fearefull
             to
             behold
             ,
             and
             yet
             the
             more
             fearefull
             ,
             because
             nothing
             could
             be
             seene
             .
             And
             this
             blacke
             Image
             of
             Hell
             and
             Night
             stood
             before
             them
             by
             the
             space
             of
             fiue
             dayes
             .
             At
             whose
             end
             (
             albeit
             no
             man
             thought
             that
             God
             would
             euer
             haue
             said
             once
             more
             ,
             
               Let
               there
               be
               Light
            
             )
             yet
             the
             Light
             appeared
             :
             but
             how
             ?
             Not
             to
             cheere
             vp
             their
             afflicted
             Spirits
             ,
             but
             as
             it
             did
             to
             
               Adam
               ,
            
             to
             discouer
             both
             their
             Sinne
             ,
             their
             Shame
             ,
             and
             a
             further
             Punishment
             .
             For
             the
             Day
             was
             onely
             showne
             to
             them
             to
             vexe
             them
             the
             more
             with
             sight
             of
             so
             deare
             a
             losse
             ,
             and
             to
             make
             them
             know
             how
             powerfull
             he
             was
             that
             could
             take
             it
             from
             them
             .
          
           
             And
             againe
             ,
             to
             manifest
             that
             power
             ,
             he
             strucke
             the
             Heauens
             blinde
             againe
             ,
             and
             in
             stead
             of
             light
             to
             glad
             them
             ,
             rayned
             downe
             showres
             of
             Fire
             mixed
             with
             Bloud
             .
             And
             then
             to
             shake
             the
             World
             with
             beliefe
             and
             feare
             ,
             that
             her
             last
             and
             most
             dismall
             day
             was
             come
             ,
             an
             Earthquake
             (
             no
             lesse
             dreadfull
             then
             the
             former
             )
             both
             increased
             their
             miseries
             ▪
             and
             ended
             them
             :
             for
             God
             (
             according
             to
             his
             diuine
             promise
             and
             property
             )
             being
             neuer
             angry
             long
             ,
             was
             satisfied
             with
             this
             their
             punishment
             ,
             and
             restored
             vnto
             them
             that
             which
             they
             were
             in
             despaire
             neuer
             to
             haue
             seene
             ,
             that
             is
             to
             say
             ,
             light
             and
             life
             .
          
           
             Onely
             let
             not
             this
             be
             vnremembred
             ,
             that
             
             as
             the
             Land
             felt
             the
             strength
             of
             his
             arme
             and
             trembled
             ,
             so
             did
             the
             waters
             ,
             for
             the
             storme
             of
             his
             wrath
             powred
             downe
             it selfe
             vpon
             the
             neighbouring
             Seas
             ,
             so
             that
             many
             ▪
             Shippes
             were
             vtterly
             cast
             away
             ,
             the
             Goods
             lost
             ,
             and
             the
             People
             in
             them
             drowned
             :
             No
             Pilot
             in
             the
             World
             (
             how
             skilfull
             soeuer
             )
             being
             able
             to
             ouercome
             a
             Tempest
             ,
             when
             
               Hee
            
             who
             once
             made
             all
             this
             World
             an
             Ocean
             ,
             commaunds
             the
             Waues
             to
             execute
             his
             displeasure
             .
          
           
             Of
             which
             Tragicall
             fury
             of
             the
             Billowes
             this
             is
             one
             memorable
             and
             notorious
             proofe
             ,
             (
             to
             be
             lamented
             in
             more
             wordes
             then
             I
             set
             it
             downe
             in
             letters
             )
             that
             amongst
             those
             numbers
             of
             dead
             carkases
             which
             the
             Sea
             (
             as
             vnwilling
             to
             beare
             such
             vnnaturall
             and
             ignoble
             Burdens
             )
             paide
             backe
             againe
             vpon
             the
             Shoare
             ,
             a
             dead
             Woman
             was
             one
             ,
             about
             whose
             body
             were
             found
             tyed
             (
             as
             it
             seemed
             in
             the
             heat
             and
             height
             of
             the
             Tempest
             )
             seauen
             Children
             ,
             she
             her selfe
             being
             great
             with
             the
             eight
             .
          
           
             Thus
             haue
             you
             heard
             a
             true
             report
             of
             the
             Almighties
             Anger
             and
             his
             Mercy
             ,
             his
             Power
             both
             by
             Sea
             and
             Land
             :
             let
             vs
             therefore
             (
             whose
             liues
             and
             possessions
             he
             might
             haue
             confiscated
             in
             his
             iust
             indignation
             ,
             yet
             hath
             spared
             them
             )
             fall
             vpon
             our
             knees
             with
             thanks
             for
             his
             deliuerance
             ,
             and
             bringing
             vs
             safe
             
             through
             this
             Red
             ▪
             Sea
             of
             troubles
             ,
             in
             which
             (
             if
             it
             had
             pleased
             him
             )
             we
             might
             with
             the
             rest
             haue
             beene
             for
             euer
             confounded
             .
             For
             our
             hearts
             (
             made
             so
             by
             our
             sinnes
             )
             are
             hardened
             ,
             (
             not
             onely
             one
             against
             another
             ,
             but
             against
             him
             )
             as
             much
             as
             theirs
             were
             ,
             or
             euer
             
               Pharaohs
            
             was
             .
             Open
             the
             Closet
             of
             euery
             mans
             conscience
             ,
             and
             you
             shall
             finde
             a
             Booke
             there
             ,
             all
             blotted
             ,
             and
             written
             full
             of
             impieties
             ,
             blacker
             then
             the
             incke
             :
             yet
             so
             marble-breasted
             are
             we
             ,
             that
             (
             like
             fooles
             going
             laughing
             to
             the
             stockes
             )
             we
             are
             insensible
             of
             our
             owne
             harmes
             .
          
           
             The
             Vine
             (
             vntimely
             cut
             )
             weepes
             away
             her
             strength
             at
             the
             wound
             ,
             but
             no
             misery
             that
             cuts
             vs
             (
             earely
             or
             late
             )
             can
             make
             vs
             weepe
             for
             our
             sinnes
             .
             Sinne
             and
             we
             are
             as
             inseparable
             as
             trechery
             is
             from
             the
             Soule
             of
             a
             Turke
             ,
             or
             blackenes
             from
             the
             cheekes
             of
             an
             Ethiope
             .
             Wee
             feele
             the
             smarting
             paine
             of
             a
             slight
             blow
             ,
             it
             angers
             vs
             :
             nay
             ,
             the
             losse
             of
             a
             little
             bloud
             makes
             vs
             cry
             out
             ,
             and
             almost
             starke
             mad
             for
             the
             feare
             of
             approaching
             death
             :
             but
             if
             our
             soules
             be
             buffeted
             ,
             we
             laugh
             at
             it
             :
             if
             they
             be
             shattered
             in
             pieces
             ,
             rent
             ,
             and
             ruined
             ,
             we
             stirre
             not
             at
             that
             :
             Her
             ill
             dayes
             we
             write
             downe
             in
             no
             Kalender
             ,
             for
             we
             thinke
             there
             are
             not
             any
             can
             hurt
             her
             .
             Swallowes
             would
             not
             come
             within
             
               Thebes
               ,
            
             because
             the
             wals
             were
             so
             often
             ▪
             besieged
             :
             but
             wretched
             man
             
             puts
             on
             wings
             to
             flye
             to
             those
             Cities
             ,
             which
             are
             most
             shaken
             with
             vices
             .
             The
             more
             rotten
             the
             hart
             of
             this
             Worlds
             Kingdome
             is
             ,
             by
             feeding
             on
             sweet
             and
             bewitching
             pleasures
             ,
             the
             more
             we
             dote
             (
             like
             fond
             Louers
             )
             vpon
             it
             .
          
           
             To
             set
             downe
             our
             sinnes
             ,
             is
             as
             infinite
             a
             taske
             as
             to
             paint
             our
             thoughts
             :
             it
             is
             a
             chaine
             reaching
             downe
             as
             low
             beneath
             vs
             ,
             as
             the
             glories
             of
             heauen
             are
             aboue
             vs.
             To
             set
             downe
             our
             sinnes
             at
             full
             ,
             we
             had
             need
             to
             study
             a
             new
             Arithmeticke
             :
             to
             be
             as
             long-liude
             as
             the
             Hart
             when
             we
             sit
             to
             doe
             it
             :
             to
             turne
             the
             Sea
             into
             Incke
             when
             we
             write
             the
             Figures
             :
             to
             binde
             vp
             a
             Booke
             with
             as
             many
             Leaues
             as
             are
             rent
             by
             Autumne
             :
             and
             to
             haue
             the
             Sands
             of
             the
             Ocean
             for
             Compters
             ,
             yet
             all
             these
             helpes
             are
             not
             able
             to
             cast
             vp
             the
             Summe
             .
             For
             we
             are
             still
             at
             difference
             with
             God
             ,
             yet
             is
             he
             loath
             to
             fall
             out
             with
             vs
             :
             we
             owe
             him
             Millions
             ,
             yet
             pay
             him
             not
             a
             Mite
             :
             He
             loues
             vs
             as
             the
             Apple
             of
             his
             Eye
             ,
             yet
             we
             cast
             his
             loue
             at
             our
             feete
             :
             he
             sings
             sweet
             Notes
             of
             mercy
             in
             our
             Eares
             ,
             and
             they
             make
             vs
             presume
             :
             he
             then
             shakes
             his
             Iron
             Mace
             of
             Justice
             at
             vs
             ,
             and
             then
             wee
             despaire
             .
             So
             that
             his
             patience
             and
             our
             wickednesse
             ,
             our
             prouocation
             and
             his
             tender-hartednesse
             ,
             are
             no
             more
             tunable
             together
             then
             Lute-strings
             of
             a
             Wolfe
             and
             a
             Lambe
             ,
             which
             neuer
             agree
             in
             Musicke
             .
          
           
           
             If
             then
             the
             number
             of
             our
             bad
             deeds
             swels
             to
             a
             heape
             so
             great
             ,
             how
             can
             wee
             at
             Gods
             hands
             but
             looke
             for
             as
             great
             ,
             and
             as
             many
             punishments
             ?
             If
             a
             debter
             owe
             vs
             money
             ,
             we
             looke
             to
             haue
             all
             ,
             we
             spare
             not
             him
             ,
             we
             vexe
             him
             ,
             we
             plucke
             out
             his
             throate
             for
             our
             owne
             :
             Why
             should
             not
             God
             (
             then
             )
             handle
             vs
             so
             ?
             Yet
             he
             reckons
             seldome
             ,
             and
             forgiues
             much
             :
             when
             he
             sees
             vs
             wasting
             the
             Talents
             he
             trusts
             vs
             with
             ,
             and
             too
             too
             lauishly
             consuming
             them
             ,
             then
             ,
             then
             ,
             we
             must
             be
             sure
             to
             pay
             for
             all
             .
          
           
             Euery
             man
             hath
             by
             himselfe
             an
             accompt
             to
             make
             vp
             :
             euery
             Nation
             runnes
             in
             Arerages
             ,
             yea
             ,
             the
             World
             it selfe
             is
             behinde
             hand
             with
             his
             Lord
             and
             Maker
             .
             The
             Audit
             day
             is
             set
             downe
             in
             his
             euerlasting
             Reportary
             ,
             (
             knowne
             to
             man
             that
             it
             must
             come
             ,
             but
             knowne
             to
             the
             King
             of
             Heauen
             onely
             when
             it
             shall
             come
             :
             )
             for
             when
             eyther
             we
             (
             by
             our selues
             )
             personally
             ,
             or
             any
             Nation
             particularly
             ,
             or
             the
             world
             in
             generally
             is
             to
             be
             summoned
             to
             make
             his
             rest
             euen
             ,
             lyes
             hid
             in
             a
             Booke
             which
             none
             can
             vnclaspe
             .
             All
             of
             vs
             therefore
             had
             neede
             to
             be
             in
             readines
             because
             the
             hower
             is
             vncertaine
             when
             he
             will
             call
             .
          
           
             How
             vnspeakable
             then
             is
             the
             Mercy
             of
             our
             Sauiour
             ?
             how
             indemensiue
             is
             his
             bounty
             ?
             that
             our
             offences
             being
             as
             innumerable
             as
             the
             torments
             of
             hell
             ,
             and
             our
             least
             deseruing
             them
             
             all
             ,
             yet
             he
             whips
             vs
             but
             with
             silken
             rods
             ,
             and
             giues
             vs
             fillops
             when
             he
             might
             dash
             vs
             in
             pieces
             ?
             We
             are
             all
             his
             flocke
             ,
             and
             all
             haue
             gone
             astray
             ,
             yet
             he
             strikes
             but
             one
             to
             warne
             the
             rest
             .
             For
             the
             Diuell
             (
             like
             the
             
               Teumesian
               Foxe
            
             )
             ouer
             takes
             and
             teares
             all
             that
             he
             hunts
             ,
             but
             he
             that
             saued
             the
             Prophet
             in
             the
             belly
             of
             the
             great
             
               Leuiathan
            
             of
             the
             sea
             ,
             can
             and
             doth
             deliuer
             vs
             when
             we
             are
             held
             fast
             betweene
             his
             pawes
             .
          
           
             O
             my
             deare
             Country
             of
             
               Germany
               ,
            
             this
             is
             not
             the
             first
             warning
             that
             thou
             hast
             had
             from
             Heauen
             to
             amend
             thy
             wickednesse
             .
             Many
             a
             Trumpet
             haue
             the
             Angels
             from
             aboue
             sounded
             in
             thine
             Eare
             to
             awake
             thee
             :
             but
             seeing
             thou
             wilt
             not
             listen
             to
             the
             song
             of
             the
             Larke
             ,
             thou
             art
             inforced
             to
             hearken
             to
             the
             hoarsnesse
             of
             the
             Screech-owle
             .
             Thou
             hast
             longed
             for
             the
             flesh-pots
             of
             
               Egypt
               ,
            
             when
             thou
             feddest
             vpon
             Quailes
             and
             Manna
             :
             and
             that
             is
             the
             cause
             that
             thou
             art
             worthily
             afflicted
             ,
             and
             compelled
             in
             stead
             of
             rich
             Wines
             ,
             to
             drinke
             thine
             owne
             teares
             :
             and
             for
             thy
             full
             banquets
             ,
             to
             eate
             the
             bread
             of
             thine
             owne
             ,
             and
             thy
             childrens
             sorrow
             .
             Least
             therefore
             that
             this
             thy
             present
             calamity
             be
             but
             vnto
             thee
             as
             a
             fearefull
             dreame
             ,
             and
             least
             thou
             shouldst
             write
             this
             fresh
             and
             bleeding
             misery
             in
             water
             ,
             when
             it
             is
             most
             fit
             to
             be
             engrauen
             in
             leaues
             of
             Adamant
             ,
             or
             rather
             printed
             in
             the
             palmes
             of
             thy
             hands
             to
             be
             euer
             in
             thine
             
             eyes
             ,
             I
             intreate
             thee
             to
             looke
             backe
             vpon
             the
             woes
             which
             thou
             hast
             borne
             in
             ages
             past
             :
             Remember
             some
             sorrowes
             of
             thy
             younger
             dayes
             :
             though
             the
             wounds
             be
             closed
             vp
             ,
             yet
             behold
             the
             scars
             ,
             and
             in
             beholding
             them
             ,
             weepe
             that
             thou
             shouldst
             so
             incense
             Heauen
             to
             strike
             ,
             and
             yet
             reioyce
             that
             the
             punishment
             is
             so
             gentle
             .
             Amongst
             many
             therefore
             of
             the
             rods
             ,
             with
             which
             thou
             hast
             beene
             beaten
             ,
             I
             will
             onely
             shew
             thee
             three
             ,
             and
             these
             are
             they
             .
          
           
             In
             the
             yeare
             1346.
             (
             vpon
             the
             Regall
             of
             S.
             
               Catharine
            
             )
             the
             Citie
             of
             
               Basill
               ,
            
             being
             one
             of
             the
             noblest
             buildings
             in
             
               Germany
               ,
            
             and
             for
             the
             brauery
             of
             it
             called
             
               Regnopoli
            
             (
             the
             Kingly
             Citie
             )
             was
             (
             as
             
               Munster
            
             is
             at
             this
             present
             )
             shaken
             with
             an
             Earth-quake
             :
             which
             was
             so
             violent
             ,
             that
             by
             force
             thereof
             a
             great
             part
             of
             the
             Cathedrall
             Church
             (
             or
             
               Summum
               Templum
            
             )
             fell
             downe
             :
             and
             a
             magnificent
             Palace
             adioyning
             to
             that
             Temple
             drowned
             her
             loftiest
             Pynnacles
             in
             the
             Riuer
             
               Rhyne
               ,
            
             vpon
             which
             that
             renowned
             City
             stands
             .
          
           
             And
             againe
             in
             the
             yeare
             1356.
             on
             the
             day
             of
             S.
             
               Luke
               ,
            
             another
             Earth-quake
             did
             not
             onely
             shake
             and
             search
             the
             foundations
             of
             all
             
               Germany
               ,
            
             but
             (
             for
             many
             times
             one
             after
             another
             )
             tossed
             the
             foresaid
             Citie
             of
             
               Basill
               ,
            
             casting
             downe
             her
             Towers
             ,
             Churches
             ,
             Palaces
             ,
             and
             Wals
             ,
             and
             murdring
             in
             their
             ruines
             ,
             aboue
             one
             hundred
             
             persons
             ,
             and
             with
             the
             fall
             of
             stones
             and
             timber
             ,
             striking
             infinite
             numbers
             lame
             .
             Yet
             the
             rage
             of
             it
             was
             not
             satisfied
             thus
             :
             for
             by
             the
             shaking
             in
             pieces
             of
             houses
             that
             had
             fires
             in
             them
             ,
             a
             lamentable
             destruction
             fell
             vpon
             the
             whole
             Citie
             :
             insomuch
             (
             the
             flames
             being
             exceeding
             great
             ,
             and
             not
             able
             any
             wayes
             to
             be
             quenched
             )
             men
             ,
             women
             ,
             and
             children
             stood
             afarre
             off
             ,
             wringing
             their
             hands
             ,
             to
             see
             their
             riches
             ,
             their
             dowries
             ,
             and
             patrimonies
             swallowed
             vp
             in
             flames
             ,
             which
             burned
             day
             and
             night
             ,
             and
             in
             their
             greedy
             and
             mercilesse
             fury
             consumed
             (
             besides
             the
             Citie
             of
             
               Basill
            
             )
             these
             places
             also
             :
             
               viz.
               Schouuenberg
               ,
               Vuartenberg
               ,
               Reichenstein
               ,
               Angenstein
               ,
               Berenfelss
               ,
               Pleffingen
               ,
               Scholberg
               ,
               Froburg
               ,
            
             and
             many
             others
             ,
             as
             by
             a
             Letter
             sent
             to
             
               Sebastian
               Munster
               ,
            
             (
             by
             
               Bonif
               :
               Amerbachius
            
             )
             is
             to
             be
             seene
             in
             his
             description
             of
             
               Germany
               .
            
          
           
             The
             same
             Authour
             sets
             downe
             likewise
             ,
             the
             sad
             remembrance
             of
             a
             misery
             which
             fell
             in
             
               August
            
             1545.
             vpon
             
               Mechlyn
            
             in
             
               Brabant
               ,
            
             where
             God
             thundred
             first
             so
             terribly
             on
             the
             buildings
             and
             the
             sinnes
             of
             the
             people
             ,
             that
             
               Mechlyn
            
             shooke
             and
             trembled
             to
             her
             very
             foundations
             .
             That
             dreadfull
             voice
             of
             Thunder
             being
             quiet
             ,
             a
             darknesse
             followed
             ,
             with
             a
             most
             horrible
             stench
             of
             Brimstone
             ,
             more
             terrifying
             the
             Inhabitants
             then
             the
             Thunder
             did
             .
             And
             that
             
             misery
             being
             likewise
             remoued
             from
             them
             ,
             as
             bad
             or
             worse
             succeeded
             :
             for
             the
             Clouds
             opening
             their
             reuenging
             bosomes
             ,
             threw
             downe
             such
             fearefull
             Lightning
             ,
             that
             men
             expected
             when
             the
             whole
             frame
             of
             Heauen
             would
             haue
             melted
             .
             And
             (
             to
             increase
             that
             terror
             )
             the
             flashes
             brake
             into
             a
             Tower
             that
             was
             stored
             with
             eight
             hundred
             Barrels
             of
             Gun-powder
             ,
             which
             taking
             fire
             ,
             blew
             vp
             a
             great
             part
             of
             the
             Tower
             in
             a
             moment
             :
             Stones
             ,
             Timber
             ,
             and
             mens
             quarters
             flying
             vp
             into
             the
             Ayre
             ,
             and
             many
             whole
             carkases
             found
             dead
             the
             next
             morning
             .
             No
             Church
             stood
             vndefaced
             ,
             no
             house
             vnruined
             ,
             no
             man
             but
             vndone
             by
             it
             .
          
           
             At
             the
             same
             time
             three
             men
             sitting
             at
             Cards
             were
             strucke
             dead
             ,
             whilst
             the
             woman
             that
             went
             into
             the
             Cellar
             to
             fetch
             them
             drinke
             escaped
             aliue
             :
             yet
             dismayed
             no
             doubt
             ,
             but
             not
             so
             much
             terrified
             as
             he
             was
             ,
             who
             in
             the
             heate
             of
             those
             diuine
             punishments
             ,
             fled
             and
             hid
             himselfe
             in
             a
             caue
             by
             the
             space
             of
             three
             dayes
             :
             from
             whence
             being
             driuen
             out
             by
             Famine
             (
             for
             no
             force
             else
             could
             haue
             made
             him
             aduenture
             to
             the
             light
             )
             he
             with
             faint
             voyce
             ,
             and
             trembling
             ioynts
             asked
             aloud
             ,
             
               If
               the
               world
               stood
               still
               or
               not
               .
            
             Thus
             
               Munster
               .
            
          
           
             And
             thus
             farre
             hauing
             led
             thee
             backe
             to
             looke
             vpon
             thy
             ancient
             ruines
             ,
             I
             wish
             thee
             the
             full
             fruit
             of
             all
             those
             Prayers
             ,
             which
             the
             
             Country
             round
             about
             ,
             (
             terrified
             by
             thy
             miseries
             ,
             and
             pittying
             them
             )
             doe
             daily
             poure
             out
             in
             their
             Churches
             ,
             commanded
             thereunto
             by
             their
             Rulers
             .
             And
             with
             their
             Prayers
             doe
             I
             mingle
             mine
             ,
             that
             it
             would
             please
             God
             to
             deliuer
             not
             onely
             this
             our
             Country
             from
             his
             heauie
             punishments
             laid
             vpon
             it
             for
             the
             sinnes
             of
             the
             people
             in
             it
             :
             but
             also
             that
             he
             would
             call
             home
             those
             angry
             messengers
             of
             his
             wrath
             ,
             whose
             stormy
             rage
             hath
             afflicted
             
               England
               ,
               France
               ,
            
             and
             other
             neighbouring
             Nations
             ,
             to
             the
             vndoing
             of
             thousands
             ,
             in
             their
             goods
             ,
             and
             leauing
             many
             Widowes
             and
             fatherlesse
             children
             ,
             by
             losse
             of
             their
             husbands
             liues
             .
          
           
             FINIS
             .