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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Description Of Tyburn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I Have heard sundry men oft times dispute <br>Of trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit. <br>But if a man note Tyburn, 'will appear, <br>That that's a tree that bears twelve times a year. <br>I muse it should so fruitful be, for why <br>I understand the root of it is dry, <br>It bears no leaf, no bloom, or no bud, <br>The rain that makes it fructify is blood. <br>I further note, the fruit which it produces, <br>Doth seldom serve for profitable uses: <br>Except the skillful Surgeons industry <br>Do make Dissection of Anatomy. <br>It blooms, buds, and bears, all three together, <br>And in one hour, doth live, and die, and wither. <br>Like Sodom Apples, they are in conceit, <br>For touched, they turn to dust and ashes straight. <br>Besides I find this tree hath never been <br>Like other fruit trees, walled or hedged in, <br>But in the highway standing many a year, <br>It never yet was robbed, as I could hear. <br>The reason is apparent to our eyes, <br>That what it bears, are dead commodities: <br>And yet sometimes (such grace to it is given) <br>The dying fruit is well prepared for heaven, <br>And many times a man may gather thence <br>Remorse, devotion, and true penitence. <br>And from that tree, I think more fools ascend <br>To that Celestial joy, which shall never end: <br>I say, more fools from thence to heaven do come, <br>Than from all Churchyards throughout Christendom. <br>The reason is, the bodies are all dead, <br>And all the fools to joy or woe are fled. <br>Perhaps a week, a day, or two, or three, <br>Before they in the Churchyards buried be. <br>But at this Tree, in twinkling of an eye, <br>The soul and body part immediately, <br>There death the fatal parting blow doth strike, <br>And in Churchyards is seldom seen the like. <br>Besides, they are assistant with the alms <br>Of peoples charitable prayers, and Psalms, <br>Which are the wings that lift the hov'ring spirit, <br>By faith, through grace, true glory to inherit. <br>Concerning this dead fruit, I noted it, <br>Instead of paste it's put into a pit, <br>And laid up carefully in any place, <br>Yet worm-eaten it grows in little space. <br>My understanding can by no means frame, <br>To give this Tyburn fruit a fitter name, <br>Than Medlers, for I find that great and small, <br>(To my capacity) are Medlers all. <br>Some say they are Choked pears, and some again <br>Do call them Hearty Chokes, but 'tis most plain, <br>It is a kind of Medler it doth bear, <br>Or else I think it never would come there. <br>Moreover where it grows, I find it true, <br>It often turns the Herb of grace to Rue. <br>Amongst all Pot-herbs growing on the ground, <br>Time is the least respected, I have found, <br>And most abused, and therefore one shall see <br>No branch or bud of it grow near this Tree: <br>For 'tis occasion of man's greatest crime, <br>To turn the use, into abuse, of Time. <br>When passions are let loose without a bridle, <br>Then precious Time is turned to Love and Idle: <br>And that's the chiefest reason I can show, <br>Why fruit so often doth on Tyburn grow. <br>There are inferior Gallows which bear <br>(According to the season) twice a year: <br>And there's a kind of watrish Tree at Wapping, <br>Whereas Sea-thieves or Pirates are catched napping: <br>But Tyburn doth deserve before them all <br>The title and addition capital, <br>Of Arch or great Grand Gallows of our Land, <br>Whilst all the rest like ragged Lackeys stand; <br>It hath (like Luna) full, and change, and quarters, <br>It (like a Merchant) monthly trucks and barters; <br>But all the other Gallows are fit, <br>Like Chapman, or poor Peddlers onto it. <br>Thus Jails and Jailers being here explained, <br>How both are good, and for good use ordained: <br>All sorts of Hanging which I could surmise, <br>I likewise have described before your eyes; <br>And further having showed what Tyburn is, <br>With many more inferior Gallows, <br>My pen from paper with this Prayer doth part, <br>God bless all people from their sins depart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Taylor">John Taylor</a><div class=q>
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Of trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit. 
But if a man note Tyburn, 'will appear, 
That that's a tree that bears twelve times a year. 
I muse it should so fruitful be, for why 
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