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God's terrible voice in the city
God's terrible voice in the city by T.V.
London? : s.n., Printed in the year 1667
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
On Monday Grace-church-street is all in flames, with Lombard-street on the left hand, and part of Fen-church-street on the right, the Fire working (though not so fast) against the wind that way: before it were pleasant and stately houses, behind it ruinous and desolate heaps. The burning then was in fashion of a Bow, a dreadful Bow it was, such as mine eyes never before had seen; a Bow which had Gods Arrow in it with a flaming point; It was a shining Bow; not like that in the cloud, which brings water with it, and withal signified Gods Covenant not to destroy the world any more with water: but it was a Bow which had Fire in it, which signified Gods anger, and his intention to destroy London with Fire.
On Munday Grace-church-street is all in flames, with Lumbard-street on the left hand, and part of Fen-church-street on the right, the Fire working (though not so fast) against the winde that way: before it were pleasant and stately houses, behind it ruinous and desolate heaps. The burning then was in fashion of a Bow, a dreadful Bow it was, such as mine eyes never before had seen; a Bow which had Gods Arrow in it with a flaming point; It was a shining Bow; not like that in the cloud, which brings water with it, and withall signified Gods Covenant not to destroy the world any more with water: but it was a Bow which had Fire in it, which signified Gods anger, and his intention to destroy London with Fire.
Now the Flames break in upon Cornhill, that large and spacious street, and quickly cross the way by the train of Wood that lay in the streets untaken away, which had been pulled down from houses to prevent its spreading: and so they lick the whole street as they go: they mount up to the top of the highest houses; they descend down to the bottom of the lowest vaults and cellars; and march along on both sides of the way, with such a roaring noise, as never was heard in the City of London; no stately building so great, as to resist their fury: the Royal Exchange it self, the glory of the Merchants, is now invaded with much violence; and when once the fire was entered, how quickly did it run round the Galleries, filling them with flames; then came down stairs, compasseth the walks, giving forth flaming volleys, and filleth the court with sheets of Fire; by and by down fall all the