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S103469 1 the nine Muses [unknown] The Nine Muses THe Scripture playne doth show and tell, / How Lot in Sodome Towne did dwell Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 23 Of the horrible and wofull Destruction of, / Sodome and Gomorra. Of the horrible and woeful Destruction of, Sodom and Gomorrah. Printer Richard Johnes ?-? Henrie Kyrkham

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THe Scripture playne doth show and tell, How Lot in Sodome Towne did dwell Amongst the Sodomites vile: He did rebuke their noughty lives, Both yong and olde, both men & wives, Why do you yourselves defile? He oftentimes with watry eyes, their cause he did lament: He wept in Hart, in greevous wise, and bad them to repent, Desiring: and praying, From sinne they should refrayne, Least Body, and Soule bee, In everlastyng payne. God doth abhore that whorish Bed, Whiche thousands now therin are led, and therin styll doth dwell: They yeld their soules for Sacrifice, To filthy sinne in divers wise, Unto the paynes of Hell: You ravenyng needy men (quoth he) That Riches have in stoare, Geve to the poore I say to thee, The whiche coms to thy Doore: To Fatherlesse, and Wydowes too, To pyttie them take payne, You Surffetters: and Dronkardes now From this your Sinne refrayne. Then all in vayne, Lot preached styll. They all did folow their selfe wyll, For that was their desire: For his counsell good they passed small, In filthy sinne they wallowed all, As filthy Swyne in Myre: Then did the Lorde commaund that Lot, That he should soone depart: From amongst the Sodomites so whot, For they should feele great smart: The Angell then to hym he saide: Come Lot and haste awaye: For tyll the tyme that thou be gone, Nothynge be done there maye. The Angell said, looke you not backe, To see that wofull sight and wracke, Whiche on them now shall light: For you out of the Towne are brought, And are escaped from their wicked thoughts, Wherin they do delyght: Yet Lots wyfe she turnde backe agayne, As soone as she was gone, For her offence she turned was, Into a huge Salt Stone. Where she doth stande continually. By Goddes decreed Judgement: Because she brake, and did forsake, Goddes good Commaundement. The Gates of Heaven, God opened than, So Fyer and Brymstone from thence came, And on Sodome downe did rayne: Gomorra Towne they did excell, As thicke as Hayle, the Fyre it fell, And destroyed was every man: Both man and Beast were burnd to Mucke, And Babes in Mothers lap: And eke the Chyldren that did sucke On Mothers tender Pap: With Fier were they burned, O wofull grievous sight, They cryed, and shryked, To healpe no boote it might.
The Damselles teare their costly guyse Their yelow lockes downe to their eyes, And their Heare like Silver Wyer: Their sownde did reach unto the Clowdes With bitter teares they cryed alowde, All burnynge in the fier: These Townes like Gold that shyned so bright With flamyng fier is consumed: The mighty God hath destroyed quite, And brought it to the grounde: That nought is left the Trueth to say But stinkynge Pooles and Welles: Which was a place of brave delyghtes, And eke of pleasant smelles. Thus were these Towns brought to decay Both all and som the trouth to say, savyng Lots Householde then: And Lot hymselfe was counted just, Tyll his Doughters tempted hym to lust, As the Story sheweth playne: Loe, wanton Girles whiche so doth burne, In Venus pleasant games. If that they may content their turnes, And eake their youthfull flames, They do desire their Fathers Bed, The cankred flesh to please: Alas that ye: so wanton been, That you wyll never cease. Thou mightie God that sittest on hie, O turne our Hartes for thy mercie, That now amend we may: O Lorde thou saydst, and it may so be, The Sodomits should witnes be, Against us at the latter day: O heavy sayng, yf that these men, Shall sooner mercy crave, Then we which know Gods sainges, then What judgement shall we have? O let us bewayle us: Our sinnes doth so abound, For in short space I feare the Lorde, In wrath wyll us confound. O England thou like Sodome art, In filthy sinne doth play thy part, What sinnes are found in thee? Thou dooest exceede Sodome in sinne, Thou carest not for Lots preaching: O these heavy newes wyll be, Ye be thou sure, and sure agayne: The stones that lieth in wall, Because we doo so sore offend, To God for plagues wyll call, Therefore let see, amends to be, And everyone amende: Good Lorde I say, graunt this all way, And thus I make an end.
FINIS. : Imprinted at London by Richard Johnes for Henrie Kyrkham, dwellyng at the signe of the blacke Boy: at the middle North dore of Paules church.