The survey of London containing the original, increase, modern estate and government of that city, methodically set down : with a memorial of those famouser acts of charity, which for publick and pious vses have been bestowed by many worshipfull citizens and benefactors : as also all the ancient and modern monuments erected in the churches, not only of those two famous cities, London and Westminster, but (now newly added) four miles compass / begun first by the pains and industry of John Stow, in the year 1598 ; afterwards inlarged by the care and diligence of A.M. in the year 1618 ; and now compleatly finished by the study & labour of A.M., H.D. and others, this present year 1633 ; whereunto, besides many additions (as appears by the contents) are annexed divers alphabetical tables, especially two, the first, an index of things, the second, a concordance of names.

Martins in the Fields.

THe enlargement of this Church was begunne in the yeere of our Lord God, 1607. being the fifth yeere of the Reigne of our Sove∣raigne Lord King Iames, of England, France, and Ireland, and of Scotland the 41. and it was finished in the yeere 1608. To the which enlargement, our said Soveraigne Lord King Iames, and our most Noble Prince Henry, were most gracious Benefactors; the rest of the charges were borne by the Inhabi∣tants of this Parish.

Randall Hopkins, and Andrew Hacket, being the first yeere Churchwardens.

And in the second yeere, Andrew Hacket, and Richard Stile.

This inlargement was onely that ground, that at the East end of this Church (taken out of the Churchyard) was then made a beautifull Chancell.

A very faire Table fastened to a Pillar neere the Pulpit; in which is curi∣ously drawne the figure of an An∣gell, holding the Coat of the Gen∣try, of the living Husband, and dead Wife, for whom it was there set up; Also of a Deaths-head, with an Houre-glasse upon it: The border of the Table filled (excellent in pro∣portion and colours) with Deaths-heads, braches of Palme, and other fresh and beautifull Flowers.

Nascendo Morimur.

Quid Cranii sibi forma novi vult ista? Quid Hora? Quidque super Cranio, lumen nova nata, segesque? Nempe dies mortis, vitae fit origo perennis; Quae moritur mundo, Nascitur illa Deo. What doth this Scull? what doth this Houre-glasse show?

The Corne and Palme, that on the Scull doth grow? It meaneth this, that Death the end of strife, Is the beginning to eternall life: Death is the doore to immortality, Shee's borne to God, that to the world doth dye. The burning Taper to his end doth waste, Whilst life and death to meet each other haste; Then happy she, that did her life apply, Here and above to live eternally.

To the permanent honour and remem∣brance of the Pious and All-vertu∣ous Gentlewoman, Mistresse Susan Price, Daughter to the Honourable Baronet, Sir Paul Tracy, of Stanway, in Glocester; and the late dearely be∣loved Wife of the Religious, Lear∣ned, and truly Vertuous Gentleman, William Price, of Winchester, Esquire, one of his Majesties most honoura∣ble Privy Chamber. She died the 13. of March, 1632.

Ye holy Angels, and ye Powers of light, The glad injoyers of Gods glorious sight; You that in faithfull Abrahams bosome rest, You have receiv'd your sanctified Guest. Faire Susan Price hath blessed Heaven obtain'd, And for her well run Race, Gods glory gain'd, Shining in Robes of Immortality, Contemnes the earth and worldly vanity. True Christian faith indued her constant minde, And unto her the promise was assign'd. Most honour'd be her memory, outwasting All Genealogies, and everlasting. Whilst therebe Elements, Stars, Orbes, or Spheares, Dayes Sunne, or Nights Moone, to direct the yeeres, The Heavens possesse her soule, the World her Fame, And faire example, her Vertues, Worth, and Name: What Nature, Goodnesse, Institution, Fact, Could heape to a perfection, was her Act. The Angels sing her glory, who did call Her sweet soule home to its originall, And now shees gone hence for to passe the time She ought her Husband, in a better Clime. There shall her Harvest and her Summer be, Where she shall never any Winter see. Then Price grieve you no more, she lives in joy, Wipe you your teares, her teares are wip'd away.

The Epitaph.

Stay ere you passe, lament, and fix your eyes Vpon a worthy Consorts obsequies. Susan here lies, for beauty, worth, and life, Admir'd, the worthy William Prices Wife. Never was after death one more desir'd, Nor ever living was one more admir'd. A file of lasting praises crownes her name, Perpetuall glories doe attend her fame: Rich in all joyes, she now hath chang'd her bed, Ioyned in marryage unto Christ her head. Come, whosoever would enjoy like state, Endevour all her worth to imitate.

Over the figure of Death: Ibimus omnes.

Ladies, when you your purest beauties see, Thinke them but Tenants to mortalitie: Ther's no content on earth, Ioyes soone are fled, Healthfull to day we live, to morrow dead: I was as you are now, young, faire, and cleere, And you shall once be as you see me heere. Mors mihi lucrum. Moriendo Nascimur.

Vpon her Tomb-stone, at the foot of this Monument.

Mistresse Susanna Price, the wife of Wil∣liam Price, Esquire, one of the Groomes of his Majesties most Ho∣nourable Privy Chamber, Daugh∣ter of Sir Paul Tracy, Baronet, depar∣ted this life the 13. of March, 1632. before shee had beene married full 14. weekes.

She was so full of Vertue and of Good∣nesse, few might compare with her, none could excell her.

Her body is here interred, here is her body, her soule is in Heaven with her Saviour.

A faire Tomb-stone in the Chancell, with this Inscription.

Here lieth buried the body of Mistresse Dorothy Hervy, that Honourable matchlesse Virgin, the Daughter of the Right Honourable, William Lord Hervy, Baron of Kidbrooke, and of the Religious Lady his Wife, the Lady Cordelia Hervy, Daughter and Heire to Master Brian Ansley, Es∣quire, of Lee, in Kent, who departed this transitory life the 19. of Febru∣ary, Anno 1632.

Glorious Dorothy here intombed lies, Lord Hervies Daughter, and faire Vertues prize. Modell of Honour, Graces Paragon, In whose great losse her Parents Ioyes are gone. Her life was such as well may be deni'd, That she did ever ill, but when she dy'd▪ Pity so soone so rare a Virgin must Stoope to Corruption, and be cloath'd in dust. Heaven and the world being Sutors, who should have her, To end the strife, she went to him that gave her. Nascendo Morimur.

A very faire Table, with a rich Coat Armes, hanging on the North side of the Chancell, with this Inscription.

Hae sunt Antiqua Moraviorum Insigniae, in memoriam Patricii Moravii, Domi∣no Carolo Regi à poculis, nuper defuncti hîc posita.