Anonymous Olde English - Earthquake In London

For sothe this was a Lord to drede, <br />So sodeynly mad mon agast; <br />Of gold and selver thei tok non hede, <br />But out of ther houses ful sone thei past. <br />Chaumbres, chymeneys, al to-brast, <br />Chirches and castelles foule gon fare; <br />Pinacles, steples, to grounde hit cast; <br />And al was for warnyng to be ware. <br />. . . . . . <br />The rysyng of the comuynes in londe, <br />The pestilens, and the eorthe-qwake, <br />Theose threo thinges, I understonde, <br />Beoth tokenes the grete vengaunce and wrake <br />That schulde falle for synnes sake, <br />As this clerkes conne declare. <br />Now may we chese to leve or take, <br />For warnyng have we to be ware.<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../earthquake-in-londo