Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of King James the First. 1847. Lines from Londons Miserie, etc.
XCIII. Richard Milton
S UCH 1 is the force of Deaths fell conquering hand,
That none in this world can his power withstand.
Tis not the power of a mighty king
Can serue to free him from Deaths deadly sting,
Much less the title of a lord or knight 5
Can keepe their persons from this pale-fact wight.
Tis not the wisdome of a learned man
No, there is neither arte nor wisedome can
Be forcible enough, with arte or will,
Eyther to stay Deaths stroke, or him beguile. 10
Marke it, I pray you, how he makes men reele;
His bow is iron sure, and his arrowes steele.
How many through his might doe daily dye,
How many likewise doe there sprawling lye,
How many also dead in fields are found, 15
And suddainly in streetes do fall to ground
Euen as they passe, and them before were well, And felt but little paine vntill they fell.
XCIII. Richard Milton.He was the author of a work published in 1625, entitled Londons Miserie, The Countreyes Crueltie, with Gods Mercie. Explained by remarkable observations of each of them during this last visitation,that is, the great plague of London. [ Note 1. back]