A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 39 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.79 · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
With blushing looks betokening my remorse, I lowly yield my King to thy behest, So as this man of God shall think it good. Woman, amends may never come too late. A will to practise goodness, virtuous. The God of heaven when sinners do repent, Doth more rejoice then in ten thousand just. Then witness holy Prophet our accord. Plight in the presence of the Lord thy God. Blest may you be, like to the flowering sheaves, That play with gentle winds in summer tide, Like Olive branches let your children spread: And as the Pines in lofty Libanon, Or as the Kids that feed on Lepher plains, So be the seed and offspring of your loins. Come forth my friends whom wittingly I wronged, Before this man of God receive your due, Before our King I mean to make my peace. Ionas behold in sign of my remorse, I hear restore into these poor men's hands, Their goods which I unjustly have detained, And may the heavens so pardon my misdeeds, As I am penitent for my offence. And what through want from others I purloined, Behold O King, I proffer fore thy throne: To be restored to such as owe the same. A virtuous deed pleasing to God and man, Would God all Cities drowned in like shame, Would take example of these Ninivites. Such be the fruits of Niniuies repent, And such for ever may our dealings be, That he that called us home in height of sin, May smile to see our hearty penitence. Viceroy's proclaim a fast unto the Lord, Let Israel's God be honoured in our land. Let all occasion of corruption die. For who shall fault therein, shall suffer death. Bear witness God, of my unfeigned zeal. Come holy man, as thou shalt counsel me, My Court and City shall reform be. Wend on in peace, and prosecute this course, You Islanders on whom the milder air Doth sweetly breathe the balm of kind increase: Whose lands are fattened with the dew of heaven, And made more fruitful than Actean plains. You whom delicious pleasures dandle soft: Whose eyes are blinded with security, Unmask yourselves, cast error clean aside. O London, maiden of the mistress I'll, Wrapped in the folds and swathing clouts of shame: In thee more sins than Niniveh contains, Contempt of God, despite of reverend age. Neglect of law, desire to wrong the poor: Corruption, whoredom, drunkenness, and pride. Swollen are thy brows with impudence and shame. O proud adulterous glory of the West, Thy neighbours burns, yet dost thou fear no fire. Thy Preachers cry, yet dost thou stop thine ears. The alarm rings, yet sleepest thou secure. London awake, for fear the Lord do frown, I set a looking Glass before thine eyes. O turn, O turn, with weeping to the Lord, And think the prayers and virtues of thy Queen, Defers the plague which otherwise would fall. Repent O London, lest for thine offence, Thy shepherd fail, whom mighty God preserve, That she may hide the pillar of his Church, Against the storms of Romish Antichrist: The hand of mercy overshead her head, And let all faithful subjects say, Amen.
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With blushing lookes betokening my remorse, I lowly yéeld my King to thy behest, So as this man of God shall thinke it good. Woman, amends may neuer come too late. A will to practise goodnesse, vertuous. The God of heauen when sinners do repent, Doth more reioyce then in ten thousand iust. Then witnesse holie Prophet our accord. Plight in the presence of the Lord thy God. Blest may you be, like to the flouring sheaues, That plaie with gentle windes in sommer tide, Like Oliue branches let your children spred: And as the Pines in loftie Libanon, Or as the Kids that féede on Lepher plaines, So be the séede and ofspring of your loines. Come foorth my friends whom wittingly I wrongd, Before this man of God receiue your due, Before our King I meane to make my peace. Ionas behold in signe of my remorse, I heare restore into these poore mens hands, Their goods which I vniustly haue detaind, And may the heauens so pardon my misdéeds, As I am penitent for my offence. And what through want from others I purloynd, Behold O King, I proffer fore thy throane: To be restord to such as owe the same. A vertuous déed pleasing to God and man, Would God all Cities drowned in like shame, Would take example of these Niniuites. Such be the fruites of Niniuies repent, And such for euer may our dealings be, That he that cald vs home in height of sinne, May smile to sée our hartie penitence. Uiceroyes proclaime a fast vnto the Lord, Let Israels God be honoured in our land. Let all occasion of corruption die. For who shall fault therein, shall suffer death. Beare witnesse God, of my vnfained zeale. Come holie man, as thou shalt counsaile me, My Court and Citie shall reformed be. Wend on in peace, and prosecute this course, You Ilanders on whom the milder aire Doth swéetly breath the balme of kinde increase: Whose lands are fatned with the deaw of heauen, And made more fruitfull then Actean plaines. You whom delitious pleasures dandle soft: Whose eyes are blinded with securitie, Unmaske your selues, cast error cleane aside. O London, mayden of the mistresse Ile, Wrapt in the foldes and swathing cloutes of shame: In thée more sinnes then Niniuie containes, Contempt of God, dispight of reuerend age. Neglect of law, desire to wrong the poore: Corruption, whordome, drunkennesse, and pride. Swolne are thy browes with impudence and shame. O proud adulterous glorie of the West, Thy neighbors burns, yet doest thou feare no fire. Thy Preachers crie, yet doest thou stop thine eares. The larum rings, yet sléepest thou secure. London awake, for feare the Lord do frowne, I set a looking Glasse before thine eyes. O turne, O turne, with wéeping to the Lord, And thinke the praiers and vertues of thy Quéene, Defers the plague which otherwise would fall. Repent O London, least for thine offence, Thy shepheard faile, whom mightie God preserue, That she may hide the pillar of his Church, Against the stormes of Romish Antichrist: The hand of mercy ouershead her head, And let all faithfull subiects say, Amen.