Of the horyble and woeful destruction of jerusalem And of the signs and tokens that were seen before it was destroyed: which destruction was after Christ's ascension xlii years. To the tune of the Queen's Almaigne. AN Emperor Vespasian Some time in Rome there was, Through whom much dolours than be 'gan Of mortal wars alas, With in two years that he did rain He put the jews to myckill pain With fire and sword both take and slain, His power brought so to pass, His Sun Tytus having no dread His army over judae spread The people to the City flayed Hoping to have redress. ¶ Before Titus Vaspasians son Unto this wars did go Was after Cristes' ascension, Long xl years and two Then did the romans with such pride Be set their land both far and wide, And hemmed them in, on every side To their great pain and woe, They brought the jews in such a case The prophesy, to bring to pass, Spoke by our Lord when he here was The scripture doth say so. That prudent jew josephus says Who did no write in vain, That he was present in those days And saw this mortal pain, When that Tytus both bold and stout Be set jerusalem a bout, That none mought in, nor Issue out, No way but to be slain. For Tytus his chief capteyn was The siege when he had brought to pass Great was the cry woe and alas, The story doth say plain. ¶ He stopped their pipes and Conduyts all, That no water mought pass: With famine they were in great thrall, Most woeful was their case, They were constrained in such need With Horse, and Ass, themselves to feed Both Dog, and Cat, this do I read Most ougle meat it was, The hunger there it was so great, Ones vomit was another's meat There was no way for to entreat But present death alas. Six mounthes the siege it did hold on A bout that City great, Whearin was many a mother's son Did starve for lack of meat, The famous Ladies of that town That wear before of high renown, For fault of food fell in a sown Theridamas was nothing to get: The story this doth specify, The mother's most unnaturally, They slew their Children ruefully, And Rostyd them to eat. This Titus then of high renown Most valyently and bold, The walls so strong he did cast down resistance waxed cold, The people in the streets lay dead, They had no Succour drink nor bread Much was the blood that then was shed, Alas lament we should: The Romans entered with such might, With Polare, spears, & swords so bright They slew all that came in their sight No mercy they did hold. The Gates that covered were with gold They threw them to the ground, That famous City to behold For sin it was confound, A leaven honderid thousand slain Through hunger, sword & pestilent pain In this the story doth not feign, Of many a bloody wound, The stink of carcase in the street, The feeble souls that could not fleet For faint with hunger scarce could creep, Full heavy was their sound. Then Titus gave this sentence believe Which romans lykyd well, As many as you find a live, After this Rate them sell, As Crist was sold for thirty pence, By judas and his false pretence, So Titus made their recompense The story this doth tell, XXX. jews for a penny bougt, As many more were sold for nought There own confusion thus was wrought Because they did rebel. And many prisoners more I ween To Egypt they wear send, Fourscore thousand, and seventeen In prison all their end, And Titus in his company took many such as were worthy, And lead them bound all captivelie, To Rome with him to wend: There was no help for to revoke, As Ihosephus saith in his book His Chronicles who list to look, On truth they do depend. Thirty years God gave them space That they mought yet repent, Their lives amend and call for grace For them Christ did lament, This loving Lord oft did them call By sundry signs as hear you shall Before his wrath on them did fall Or anger fully bend, Twelve days eclipsed was the moon, That they mought be converted soon, But they witted not what to be done, But sin still did augment. Before the siege or any war, the space of all one year Over that town was seen a star, Most blazing bright and clear So like a sword in shape it was, Where at great fear and wonder was, Yet left they not their wickedness, when these signs did appear: More over in the air so light, In plate of mail and armour bright, Were seen men ready for to fight, To show their time was near. A festifall day, in Apriell, To hallow they were dight, And suddenly amongst them fell A marvelous strange light, So bright and clear with such aleame, Passing the son as it did seem, But what it meant no man could deem. But were all in sore flight And while the priests did this in dure To offer a Calf they did their cure, Which Calf a thing against nature, Brought forth a Lamb in sight. Such many tokens contrary Which doth Prognostikate, And to the jews did signify Their woeful fall and fate, Before that Titus war be 'gan Four years of space, this prove I can, How that the son of one rude man, Ananias low of state, He ran the streets in such a rage Being a child of tender age, To call and cry he did not suage Repent ear it be late. But for his pains he was well beat This had he for his hire, For truth they did him evil in treat Against him did conspire, But yet he cried and would not blen, While he was able yet to ren, saying woe be to jerusalem, For kindling of God's ire: Woe be to thee and to thy land Thou art be set in woeful band, Thy days of sorrow is at hand Of famine sword and fire. This was that famous City then Destroyed with fire and sword, That mighty town jerusalem, The City of the Lord: Because their God they would not know Christ being xxx years below His word to them plainly did show This scripture doth record, That they mought be his chosen first To live and reign a 'mongst the just, And to no other for to trust But to believe his word. Now seeing that this jerusalem, As scripture doth tell true Was plaguyd for the sins of men, Which Romans over threw, What shall that Lord to us express That so doth live in such excess, Of whoredom, Pride, and covetousness More now then did the jew, Therefore is our example this, A mend the thing that is a miss That we may have eternal bliss, By Christ our Lord jesue. Finis Qd. john Barker. ¶ Imprinted at London, in Fleetstreet Beneath the Conduit, at the sign of S. john Evangelist, by Thomas Colwell.