The earth-quake of Jamaica describ'd in a Pindarick poem / by Mr. Tutchin. Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707. 1692 Approx. 10 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 5 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2008-09 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A63960 Wing T3373 ESTC R20574 12293630 ocm 12293630 58951 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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By Mr. TUTCHIN . — namque Diespiter Igni corusco nubila dividens Plerumque per purum tonantes Egit Equos volucremque currum , Quo bruta Tellus & vaga flumina , Quo Styx , & invisi horrida Toenari Sedes , Atlanteusque finis Concutitur . Valet ima summis Mutare , — Horat. lib. 1. Ode 34. LONDON , Printed , and are to be sold by R. Baldwin , near the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-lane , 1692. THE Earthquake of Jamaica Describ'd in a POEM . I. WEll may our Lives bear an uncertain date ; Disturb'd with Maladies within , Without by cross Events of Fate , The worst of Plagues on Mortals wait , Pride , Ignorance and Sin. If our ancient Mother Earth , Who gave us all untimely Birth , Such strong Hysterick Passion feels ; If Orbs are from their Axles torn , And Mountains into Valleys worn , All in a moments space , Can humane Race Stand on their Legs when Nature Reels ? Unhappy Man ! in all things cross'd , On every giddy Wave of Fortune toss'd : The only thing that aims at Sway , And yet capricious Fate must still Obey ; Travels for Wealth to Foreign Lands , O're scorching Mountains , and o're desart Sands , Laden with Gold , when homeward bound , Is in one vast impetuous Billow drown'd : Or if he reaches to the Shoar , And there unlades his Oar , Builds Towns and Houses which may last and stand , Thinking no Wealth so sure as firm Land ; Yet Fate the Animal does still pursue ; This slides from underneath his Feet , and leaves him too . II. Environ'd with Ten Thousand Fears we live , For Fate do's seldom a just ▪ warning give ; Quicker than Thought its dire Resolves are made , And swift as Lightning flies , Around the vast extended Skies : All things are by its Bolts in vast Confusion laid . Sometimes a Flaming Comet does appear , Whose very Visage does pronounce , Decay of Kingdoms , and the Fall of Crowns , Intestine War , or Pestilential Year ; Sometimes a Hurricane of Fate , Does on some great Mans Exit wait , A murder'd Cornish , or some Hercules , When from their Trunks Almighty Jove , Who breaks with Thunder weighty Clouds above , To Honour these Large Pines and Oaks does Lop , And in a Whirlwind lays 'em upon Oeta's Top. E're this vast Orb shall unto Chaos turn , And with Consuming Flames shall burn , An Angel Trumpeter shall come , Whose Noise shall shake the Massie Ground , In one short moment shall express , His Notes to the whole Universe ; The very Dead shall hear his Sound , And from their Graves repair , To the impartial Bar , Those that have been in the deep Ocean drown'd , Shall at his Call come to receive their Doom . III. But here , alas ! no Omens fly , No secret Whisper of their Destiny Was heard ; none cou'd divine When Fate wou'd spring the Mine : Safe and secure the Mortals go , Not dreaming of a Hell below ; In the dark Caverns of the gloomy Earth , Where suffocating Sulphur has its Birth , And sparkling Nitre's made , Where Vulcan and his Cyclops prove ▪ The Thunderbolts they make for Jove ; Here Aeolus his Winds has laid , Here is his Windy Palace , here 't is said His Race of little puffing Gods are bred , Which serve for Bellows to blow up the Flame , The dire Ingredients are in order plac'd , Which must anon lay Towns and Cities waste . Strait the black Engineer of Heaven came , His Match a Sun-beam was , He swift as Time unto the Train did pass , It soon took Fire ; The Fire and Winds contend , But both concur the Vaulted Earth to rend ; It upwards rose , and then it downwards fell , Aiming at Heaven , it sunk to Hell : The Neighbring Seas now own no more , The sturdy Bulwarks of the Shoar , The gaping Earth and greedy Sea , Are both contending for the Prey ; Those whom the rav'nous Earth had ta'ne , Into her Bowels back again Are wash't from thence by the insulting Main . IV. The Old and Young receive alike their Doom , The Cowards and the Brave , Are buried in one Grave ; For Fate allows 'em all one Common Tomb. The Aged and the Wise Lose all their Reason in the great Surprise . They know not where to go , And yet they dare not stay , There 's Fire and Smoak below , And the Earth gaping to receive the Prey : If to the Houses Top they Crawl , These tumble too , and downwards fall : And if they fly into the Street , There grizly Death they meet ; All in a hurry dye away , The wicked had not time to pray . The Soldier once cou'd teach grim Death to kill , In vain is all his Skill , In vain he brandisheth his Steel : No more the Art of War must teach , Bnt lyes Fates Trophy underneath the Breach : The good Companions now no more Carouse , They share the Fate of the declining House , Healths to their Friends their Bumpers Crown'd : But while they put the Glasses round , Death steps between the Cup and Lip , Nor would it let 'em take one parting Sip. V. The Mine is sprung , and a large Breach is made , Whereat strong Troops of Warring Seas invade ; These overflow ; Where Houses stood and Grass did grow , All sorts of Fish resort : They had Dominions large enough before , But now unbounded by the Shoar , They o're the Tops of Houses sport . The Watry Fry their Legions do extend , And for the new slain Prey contend ; Within the Houses now they roam , Into their Foe , the very Kitchen , come . One does the Chimney-hearth assail , Another flaps the Kettle with his slimy Tail. No Image there of Death is seen , No Cook-maid does obstruct their Sway , They have entirely got the day . Those who have once devour'd been By Mankind , now on Man do Feed : Thus Fate decides , and steps between , And sometimes gives the Slave the Victors meed . The Beauteous Virgins whom the Gods might love , Cou'd not the Curse of Heav'n remove ; Their goodness might for Crimes Atone , Inexorable Death spares none . Their tender Flesh lately so plump and good , Is now made Fishes and Sea-monsters Food ; In vain they cry , Heav'n is grown Deaf , and no Petition hears , Their Sighs are answer'd like their Lovers Pray'rs , They in the Universal Ruin lye . VI. Nor is inexorable Fate content To ruine one poor Town alone ; More Mischief by the Blow is done : Death 's on a farther Message sent . When Fate a Garrison does Sack , The very Suburbs do partake Of Martial Law , Its Forces draw To every Mountain , Field and Wood , They Ravage all the Neighbourhood . Worse than the weak Assaults of Steel , Its Instruments of Death all places feel . They undiscover'd , like fell Poison kill , Its Warriours fierce , The Earth , the Air , and Men do pierce ; And mounted , fight upon the winged Winds . Here a great Mountain in a Valley's thrown , And there a Valley to a Mountain grown . The very Breath of an incensed God , Makes even proud Olympus Nod. Chang'd is the Beauty of the fruitful Isle , And its fair Woods lopp'd for its Funeral Pile . The moving Earth forms it self in Waves , And Curls its Surface like the Rowling Seas ; VVhilst Man ( that little thing ) so vainly Raves ; Nothing but Heaven can its own VVrath appease . VII . But Fate at length thought fit to leave its Toil , And greedy Death was glutted with the Spoil . As weary Soldiers having try'd their Steel , Half drown'd with Blood , do then desist to kill . More Ruin wou'd a second Deluge make , Blot out the Name of the unhappy Isle . It fares with her as when in Martial Field , Resolv'd and Brave , and loath to yield , Two num'rous Armies do contend , And with repeated Shouts the Air do Rend . VVhilst the affrighted Earth does shake , Some large Battalions are entirely lost , And VVarring Squadrons from the mighty Host : Here by a Shot does fall Some Potent General ; And near to him , Another loses but a Limb. Part of the Island was a Prey to Fate , And all the rest do ▪ s but prolong its date , 'Till injur'd Heav'n finds , Its Bolts a Terror strike on humane Minds ; Sure we may hope the Sinners there Repent , Since it has made their lewdest Priest Relent . FINIS .