A memorandum to London occasioned by the pestilence there begun this present year MDCLXV, and humbly offered to the Lord Mayor, Aldermen and commonality of the said city / by George Wither ; thereto is by him added, a warning-piece to London, discharged out of a loophole in the tower, upon meditating the deplorable fier, which consumed the house of an eminent citizen, with all the persons and goods therein, at the beginning of most joyful festival in December 1662 ; also, a single sacrifice offered to almighty God, by the same author in his lonely confinement, for prevention of the dearth-feared, and probably portended, by immoderate raines in June and July, 1663, morever, in regard may have reported and believed this author to be dead, we have annexed his epitaph, made by himself upon that occasion.

The Epitaph.

By way of Epitaph, thus sed George Whither, when Fame voic'd him dead.

IF, I did scape the dooms of those, Whose heads and limbs, fed Rats and Crows, (And, was not thrown into the fire Or water, when breath did exspire) Then, here, (or somewhere else) my Bones, Lie raked up, with Earth and Stones. Their burial place, you shall do well To learn from those men who can tell, And in what mode inter'd they were; For, I do neither know nor care, Or, what was either sung, or said, By others, when I there was laid; Nor any whit, suspitious am That, they shall be expos'd to shame

Nor fear I troubling of their rest, By those who living men molest, Because, how e're the world shall please To use them, they shall be at ease, When that, which her despight intends To me, shall ceaze on her own friends As it befel to some, of late, If that be true, which fame doth prate. My Life was nor too long, nor short, Nor, without Good and Ill Report; And, profited, as many waies I was by Scandals, as by praise. Great foes I had, and very many, Friends too, a few, as kinde as any And, seldome felt their earthly hell, Who love, and are not lov'd as well: For, that, whereof they had sharp sense, I knew, but, by intelligence. A Wife I had, as fit for me As any one a live could be; Yea, as if, GOD, out of each other Had made us, to be joyn'd together. And, whilst she lives, what ere is sed Of my Death, I am but half dead. Beside the Issue of my Brain, I had six children, whereof twain Did live, when we divided were, And, I, alive was buried here. When, Portious, I had none to give God gave them (as I, did believe He would) a means, whereby to live: Which is here mention'd, to this end, That others, may on him depend.

I priz'd no Honours, bought or sold, Nor wish'd for youth, when I was old, But, what each Age, Place, and Degree, Might best become, best pleased me. I coveted nor Ease, nor Wealth (No, not enjoyment of my health) Ought further, then it had relation To GODs praise; and my Souls Salvation. When I seem'd rich, I wanted more Then e're I did when deemed poor; And, when in Body, most confind, Enjoy'd most freedom in my mind. I was not Factious or Seditious, Though thereof, many were Suspitious, Because, I humor'd not the times, In Follies, and destructive crimes. In things, that Good or Evil were, I had abundantly my share; And, never wish'd to change my Lot For what another man had got, Or, that, in any time or place, My Birth had been, save where it was So wise I was not to be mad Though much opprest; or, to be sad When my Relations did conceive I had exceeding Cause to grieve: For, GOD, in season, still supplide Those needful things the world denide, Disposing ev'ry thing, so well To my content, what ere befel, That, thankful praise to him was due; And, will be, for what shall ensue. I sold not Honesty, to buy A formal Garbe of Sanctity;

Nor to hate any was inclin'd, Because, they were not of my mind; Nor fear'd to publish truths in season, Though termed Heresie or Treason, But, spake, what I conceiv'd might tend To benefit both foe and friend; And, if in Love, they seem'd sincere, With their Infirmities, could bear. I practis'd what I did believe, And pinned upon no mans sleeve, My Faith or Conscience; for, ther's none Judgd, by what other men have done. My sins were great, and numerous grown; My Righteousness, was not mine own, Yet, more prevail'd by Grace divine, Then if it had been wholly mine. I loved all men, feared none Except my self, and GOD alone; And, when I knew him, did not make Esteem of ought, but for his sake. On him, in life time I depended, By Death are all my troubles ended, And, I shall live again, ev'n here, When my Redeemer, doth appear, Which (by what I have seen and heard) I know, will not be long defer'd; Nor that Raign, here on Earth, among His Saints, which they have look'd for long. But, that, which we shall then behold, May better be believ'd then told; Because, we may presume as well To put the Sea into a shell, As to demonstrate, unto men▪ Of flesh and blood, what will be then.

Nor oft, nor much desire had I, Long time to live, or soon to die; But, did the work I had to do, As I enabled was thereto; Then, whether it seem'd Good or Ill, Left that, and all things, to Gods will; And, when this mind is not in me, That, I am dead, assured be. Do Reader, what I have well done; What I have err'd in, learn to shun; And, when I must no more appear, Let this, be thy Remembrancer.