Their might they
in wofull manner behold merchants' warehouses full of riche
commodities on a flaming fier, garners of breade corn consuming,
multitudes of Wollen and Linnen Clothes burned into ashes, Gold and
Silver melted with Brasse, Pewter and Copper, tronkes and chestes of
Damaskes and fine linnens, with all manner of rich stuffs, made
fewell to increase this universe sole conqueror.... The fierceness of
the fier was such that it even burnet and scorchet trees as they
grew, and converted their green liveries into black burned garments;
not so much as Hearbes and Flowers flourishing in Gardynes, but were
in a moment withered with the heat of the fier.... Dorchester was a
famous towne, now a heap of ashes for travellers that passe by to
sigh at. Oh, Dorchester, wel maist thou mourn for those thy great
losses, for never had English Towne the like unto thee.... A loss so
unrecoverable that unlesse the whole land in pitty set to their
devotions, it is like never to re-obtain the former estate, but
continue like ruinated Troy, or decayed Carthage. God in his mercy
raise the inhabitants up againe, and graunt that by the mischance of
this Towne both us, they and all others may repent us of our sins.
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