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The sixth muse
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And from the airie Mountaine looking down,[1]
Beheld the stance and figure of our town,
Quadrat with longer sides, from east to wast,
Whose streets, wals, fowsies in our eyes did cast
A prettie shew: Then gan I to declare
VVhere our old Monastries, with Churches fair
Sometime did stand, placed at everie corner
VVas one, which with great beautie did adorne her,
The Charterhouse toward the southvvest stood,
And at South-east the Friers, who weare gray hood.
Toward the North the BlackFriers Church did stand;
And Carmelits upon the VVesterne hand;
VVith many chappels standing heere and there
And steeples fairly mounted in the air,
Our Ladies Church, Saint Catharins, and Saint Paules,
VVhere many a messe was sung for defunct souls.
The chappell of the rood, and sweet Saint Anne,
And Lorets chappell, from Romes Vaticane[2]
Transported hither, for a time took sasing,
(You know the Cloister monkes write nev'r a leasing.)
For what offence I know not, or disdaine,
But that same chappell borne hence is againe,
For it appeares no more, look who so list,
Or else I'm sure its covered with a mist
Saint Leonards cloister, mourning Magdolené,
VVhose cristall Fountaine flowes like Hippocrené.
Saint Iohnes fair church, as yet in mids did stand:
A braver sight vvas not in all this land
Than vvas that tovvn, vvhen thus it stood decord
As not a fevv, yet living, can record.
Beheld the stance and figure of our town,
Quadrat with longer sides, from east to wast,
Whose streets, wals, fowsies in our eyes did cast
A prettie shew: Then gan I to declare
VVhere our old Monastries, with Churches fair
Sometime did stand, placed at everie corner
VVas one, which with great beautie did adorne her,
The Charterhouse toward the southvvest stood,
And at South-east the Friers, who weare gray hood.
Toward the North the BlackFriers Church did stand;
And Carmelits upon the VVesterne hand;
VVith many chappels standing heere and there
And steeples fairly mounted in the air,
Our Ladies Church, Saint Catharins, and Saint Paules,
VVhere many a messe was sung for defunct souls.
The chappell of the rood, and sweet Saint Anne,
And Lorets chappell, from Romes Vaticane[2]
Transported hither, for a time took sasing,
(You know the Cloister monkes write nev'r a leasing.)
For what offence I know not, or disdaine,
But that same chappell borne hence is againe,
For it appeares no more, look who so list,
Or else I'm sure its covered with a mist
Saint Leonards cloister, mourning Magdolené,
VVhose cristall Fountaine flowes like Hippocrené.
Saint Iohnes fair church, as yet in mids did stand:
A braver sight vvas not in all this land
Than vvas that tovvn, vvhen thus it stood decord
As not a fevv, yet living, can record.
And