A Looking-glasse,
For Murtherers and Blasphemers; wherein they [?]
Gods judgement showne upon a Keeper neere Enfield C[hase]
desperately shot at [a] [M]an that intended to have stolne Deere, [?]
This was done on Monday night, the xii. day of June, being the same da[y] [?]
Tempest was in London. To the Tune of Jasper Cunningha[m]
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YOu desperate Swearers,
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and foule Blasphemers all,
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Give eare unto an accident,
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which lately did befall,
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Upon a wicked Keeper,
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God did his Judgement show,
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Neere to the Chase of Enfield,
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as many People know.
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Then lend atention
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to that which I repeate,
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Wherein you may admire
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Gods judgements wondrous great,
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And learne blasphemous Swearing
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to fl[e]e, for God sayes plaine,
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He will not hold him guiltlesse
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that takes his Name in vaine.
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Now to my Story
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I come with trembling feare,
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A lewd ungodly Liver
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one night was stealing Deere:
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The Keepers that with vigelance
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there nightly round did keepe,
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Upon this Venson-stealer
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most subtilly did creepe.
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And having him encompast,
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he could not scape away,
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One Keeper to an other
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in desperate wise did say,
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Now will I shoote this Fellow,
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according to the Law,
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And thereupon, his Crosse-bowe
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he sodainely did draw.
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The other being milde[r]
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did seeke to turne his [?]
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And sayd let us not kill [?]
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some other course we[?]
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Here will we apprehen[d]
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for this his lawles dee[d] [?]
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That by the course of [?]
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Law may on him pro[?]
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The other being grace[?]
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and given un[to] strife, [?]
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Sayd, if he b[?] Dee[?]
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or Man, Ile [ha]ve his [?]
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This is my resolution [?]
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at him I meane to sh[?]
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And therefore to dissw[ade]
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alas it is no boote.
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With those blasphemo[us] [?]
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his Crosse-bowe up h[?]
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And aymed at the Fel[low]
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whose breast with for[?]
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And him of Life depri[ved]
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but marke the power [?]
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Who at that instant se[?]
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did scourge him with [?]
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For to this instant tim[?]
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he in that place doth f[?]
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So holding of his Cro[?]
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within the shooting h[?]
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Thers none that can re[?]
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by any strength or sk[ill]
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And as he first stood shoo[?]
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so now he standeth st[ill]
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The Second Part. To the same Tune.
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ALso his wicked
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prophane blasphemous toung,
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Which with vile swearing
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had done his Maker wrong,
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Out of his mouth now hangeth
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that every one may view
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How God rewards Blasphemers
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and giveth them there due.
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One thing is worthy
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to bee observed well,
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That at the season
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when this strange thing befell,
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A Tempest fell in London
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upon that very day,
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And this was done within that night
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as many people say.
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If all Blasphemers
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in this kinde were serv'd,
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Gods holy Precepts
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would better be observ'd,
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But let all men be warn'd
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to flee this foule offence,
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Which doth the Lord to anger
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above all sinns incence.
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And let all murtherers
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be warned by this tale,
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For God such foule offences
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to punish will not fayle,
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Oh doe not seeke for vengeance
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which to the Lord belongs,
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Who will when he thinkes fitting
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revenge his servants wronges.
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Also this is a warning
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for those that live by stealing,
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The Lord sevearely plagueth those
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who live by such false dealing,
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As now he hath this wreched Theefe
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who died in his sinns,
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And few that runn so vile a race
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a better ending winns.
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What ere you be give not your mind
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to live by pilfering theft,
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But larne to labour with your hands
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and use some honest shift,
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Then God will blesse your labours
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what ere you take in hand,
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And every thing shall prosper
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as well by sea as land.
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In fine, let all bee warn'd
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at this Gods Judgement showne,
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And think if you offende the like
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the case may be your owne,
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Provoke not God to execute
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his wrath on you for sinn,
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But by'th example of these twayne
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to mend your lives begin.
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