Lament eche one the blazing fire <br />That downe from heaven came, <br />And burnt S. Powles his lofty spyre <br />With lightnings furious flame. <br />Lament, I say, <br />Both night and day, <br />Sith London's sins did cause the same. <br /> <br />The fire came downe from heaven soone, <br />But did not strike the crosse, <br />At fower in the afternoone, <br />To our most grevous losse. <br />Could nothing stay <br />The sad decay: <br />The lead was molten into drosse. <br /> <br />For five long howers the fire did burn <br />The roof and timbers strong: <br />The bells fell downe, and we must mourne, <br />The wind it was so strong, <br />It made the fier <br />To blaze the higher, <br />And doe the church still greater wrong. <br /> <br />O, London! think on thine amisse, <br />Which brought this great mishap; <br />Remember how thou livde in blisse, <br />And layde in vices lap. <br />O, now begin, <br />Repent thy sin, <br />And say it shall no more entrap.<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-burning-of-paules/
