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 Upon the herdes of Rother beastes had now no lust at all. A languishing was falne on all. In wayes, in woods, in plaines, The filthie carions lay, whose stinche, the Ayre it selfe distaines. (A wondrous thing to tell) not Dogges, not ravening Foules, nor yit Horecoted Wolves would once attempt to tast of them a bit. Looke, where they fell, there rotted they: and with their savor bred More harme, and further still abrode the foule infection spred. With losse that touched yet more nere, on Husbandmen it crept, And ragingly within the walles of this great Citie stept. It tooke men first with swelting heate that scalt their guts within: The signes whereof were steaming breath and firie colourde skin. The tongue was harsh and swolne, the mouth through drought of burning veines Lay gaping up to hale in breath, and as the pacient streines To draw it in, he suckes therewith corrupted Aire beside. No bed, no clothes though nere so thinne the pacients could abide. But laide their hardened stomackes flat against the bare colde ground Yet no abatement of the heate therein their bodies found: But het the earth, and as for Leache was none that helpe could hight. The Surgians and Phisitions too were in the selfesame plight. Their curelesse cunning hurt themselves. The nerer any man Approcheth his diseased friend, and doth the best he can To succor him most faithfully, the sooner did he catch His bane. All hope of health was gone. No easment nor dispatch Of this disease except in death and buriall did they finde. Looke, whereunto that eche mans minde and fancie was enclinde, That followed he. He never past what was for his behoofe. For why? that nought could doe them good was felt too much by proofe. In everie place without respect of shame or honestie At Wels, at brookes, at ponds, at pits, by swarmes they thronging lie: But sooner might they quench their life than staunch their thirst thereby. And therewithall so heavie and unwieldie they become, That wanting power to rise againe, they died there. Yet some The selfesame waters guzled still without regard of feare, So weary of their lothsome beds the wretched people were, That out they lept: or if to stand their feeble force denide, They wallowed downe and out of doores immediatly them hide: It was a death to every man his owne house to abide.