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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A SPEECH Made to his EXCELLENCY THE Lord General MONCK, AND THE COUNCIL of STATE, Gold&s;miths Hall in London, <DATE>The tenth day of <HI>April,</HI> 1660.</DATE> At which time they were entertained by that honourable Company.</HEAD>
<STAGE>After a Song in four parts, at the conclu&s;ion of a Chorus, Enter a Sea-Captain.</STAGE>
<LG>
<L>LEt me make one too; are you grown &s;o &s;tout,</L>
<L>To contrive Peace, and leave the Seaman out?</L>
<L>Have you in tho&s;e large Bowls which <HI>Plenty</HI> gave yee,</L>
<L>Drank off the <HI>Ocean,</HI> and &s;wallow'd the <HI>Navy?</HI></L>
<L>You never think upon our Rocks and &s;helves,</L>
<L>So you may &s;nudge in quiet by your &s;elves;</L>
<L>Are not you <HI>Britains?</HI> Is not <HI>Navigation</HI></L>
<L>The only <HI>Guard</HI> and <HI>Glory</HI> of the Nation?</L>
<L>Can you have Trea&s;ure brought without a <HI>Fleet?</HI></L>
<L>What is it gilds <HI>Cheap&s;ide</HI> and <HI>Lumbard Street</HI></L>
<L>But our <HI>Sea trade?</HI> By our cutting the curl'd</L>
<L>Ocean ye hold Commerce with all the World.</L>
<L>VVhence come your co&s;tly <HI>Carpettings,</HI> and VVorks</L>
<L>That grace the Chambers of triumphant Turks,</L>
<L>But from beyond-Sea? Whence comes all your gold,</L>
<L>For which, by &s;ome, both Law and Go&s;pel's &s;old,</L>
<L>But from beyond-Sea? And <HI>wi&s;e men</HI> of tru&s;t</L>
<L>Beleeve, if ever we have <HI>Peace</HI> agen, it mu&s;t</L>
<L>Come from beyond-Sea; And d'ye goe about</L>
<L>To make a Peace, and leave the Main-Ma&s;t out?</L>
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<LG>
<L>But where's my <HI>Admiral?</HI> Oh! I have &s;py'd him,</L>
<L>His Merits are &s;o cleer no Clouds can hide him.</L>
<L>I mu&s;t go droll with him though, <HI>What Chear hey?</HI></L>
<L>Up to the Ears in Cu&s;tard, here's a fray</L>
<L>Compounded without bloud&s;hed; the&s;e would be</L>
<L>Good bitts upon a March, <HI>George,</HI> or at Sea:</L>
<L>When, in the fury of tempe&s;tuous weather,</L>
<L>Wee and our meat were pickled up together.</L>
<L>Here are pure Quarters, <HI>Plenty</HI> keeps her &s;pring</L>
<L>In <HI>London,</HI> 'Tis a City for a King.</L>
<L>I came ju&s;t now a&s;hore to &s;peak with you</L>
<L>Directly up to Gold&s;miths-Hall, I knew</L>
<L>VVhere I &s;hould find you out: You love to &s;ettle</L>
<L>VVith hone&s;t Hearts, and Men of the be&s;t Mettle.</L>
<L>They love St. <HI>George,</HI> and yet they highly &s;et</L>
<L>A value on St. <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">St. Dun&s;tan was a Patron of the Gold&s;miths.</NOTE> <HI>Dun&s;tan,</HI> they'r well met,</L>
<L>They both did put the Devil in a dump,</L>
<L>One had him by the <HI>No&s;e,</HI> tother the <HI>Rump,</HI></L>
<L>And thereby hangs a <HI>tayl.</HI> When I came hither,</L>
<L>My bu&s;ine&s;s, and my boldne&s;&s;e mixt together</L>
<L>Made me thru&s;t in: Where crowd you? (cry'd they all)</L>
<L>Quoth I, to &s;peak with my LORD GENERAL,</L>
<L>I'm one of his Sea Captains; pre&s;ently</L>
<L>The Ma&s;ter and the generous Company</L>
<L>All bad me welcom, and did &s;trongly woo</L>
<L>Me to bid you &s;o, and this <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">To the Coun|cil of State.</NOTE> <HI>Council</HI> too</L>
<L>In the&s;e, or &s;uch like words; they bad me &s;ay</L>
<L>The Sunn's not welcomer to a dark day,</L>
<L>Than you unto this City: for you are</L>
<L><HI>Temp'rate</HI> in <HI>Undertakings, Stont</HI> in <HI>Warr,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Prudent</HI> in <HI>Councils, Quick</HI> when <HI>Dangers</HI> call,</L>
<L><HI>Secret</HI> in <HI>great de&s;igns, Hone&s;t</HI> in <HI>All:</HI></L>
<L>'Twould make the greate&s;t Rebell quite renounce ill,</L>
<L>To &s;ee but &s;uch a <HI>Souldier,</HI> &s;uch a <HI>Council.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>God pro&s;per both, and may you never cea&s;e,</L>
<L>Till you have brought home the bright Prince&s;&s;e <HI>Peace,</HI></L>
<L>That long-lo&s;t Lady: Could we make a <HI>Crown</HI></L>
<L>As rich as that was worn by <HI>Solomon,</HI></L>
<L>Rather than we would lo&s;e her, or di&s;plea&s;e her,</L>
<L>(I mean fair Peace) wee'd give that Crown to &s;cize her&punc;</L>
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<P>If any other Speech be printed, pretended to be &s;poken in Gold&s;miths Hall, they are Counterfeits, and none true but this.</P>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>Tho. Jordan.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>London, Printed for <HI>H. B.</HI> at the Gun in Ivy-lane, 1660.</P>
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