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<HEAD>Congratulatory POEM TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE <HI>Sir</HI> WILLIAM PRITCHARD, <HI>Lord Mayor of the City of</HI> London.</HEAD>
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<L>IN that great Train which loudly does reher&s;e</L>
<L>Your ju&s;t <HI>Encomiums</HI> in Lofty Ver&s;e;</L>
<L>Who&s;e every Line the <HI>Lauriat</HI> does &s;hake,</L>
<L>And of a Faculty a trade wou'd make:</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t the&s;e my Lord, that for &s;uch <HI>trea&s;ures</HI> hope</L>
<L>Give your poor <HI>Scribler</HI> leave to <HI>Interlope:</HI></L>
<L>Admit that Humble Mu&s;e, that never knew</L>
<L>To couple Ver&s;e, till now In&s;pir'd by you.</L>
<L>To &s;ay, my Lord, that you, if Fate &s;hould frown</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be the <HI>Genius</HI> to Pre&s;erve this Town;</L>
<L>And none &s;o fit to Ble&s;s the City Throne,</L>
<L>Except brave Loyal <HI>Moor,</HI> might &s;till Reign on.</L>
<L>Had then, thou City Monarch! may thy Reign</L>
<L>With Peace and Plenty, all the Land maintain.</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve how all along the Streets the Crowd</L>
<L>With Joyful Sounds, does Welcome in their Lord;</L>
<L>When o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> the <HI>Thames,</HI> how all along the Shore,</L>
<L>'Twas hard to &s;ay, who did expre&s;s it more,</L>
<L>Or whether Men or Cannons that did Roar.</L>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> Him&s;elf and Royal <HI>York</HI> are come,</L>
<L>And all the Court, to bid you Welcome Home:</L>
<L>Your <HI>Pageants, Whi&s;&s;lers,</HI> and <HI>Oxilaries,</HI></L>
<L>They come on Cour&s;e, and your <HI>Artillery,</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> came to Grace your <HI>Loyalty.</HI></L>
<L>The Giddy Rabble that Illeterate <HI>Bea&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>Who Factious Traytors had with fear po&s;&s;e&s;t;</L>
<L>Convincing <HI>Time</HI> in &s;pight of Whining <HI>Zeal,</HI></L>
<L>Has &s;hewn the <HI>Ble&s;&s;ing</HI> of a <HI>Common-Weal;</HI></L>
<L>That they'r de&s;igns tho' ne'r &s;o Meekly dre&s;t,</L>
<L>Was only <HI>Mutiny</HI> for <HI>Intere&s;t;</HI></L>
<L>That <HI>Long-ear'd</HI> Rout, and their <HI>Achittophel,</HI></L>
<L>That think it Sin to Live and not Rebell:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Pious Elders, that <HI>Jenaeva</HI> Rabble,</L>
<L>That hope, once more, to make old <HI>Pauls</HI> a Stable;</L>
<L>Or rather &s;ee her in her <HI>A&s;hes</HI> lye,</L>
<L>Then hear in Her the <HI>true Epi&s;copie:</HI></L>
<L>Be&s;ides, &s;he is too Great, the Charge Profu&s;e,</L>
<L>They could Convert her into better U&s;e.</L>
<L>The&s;e, my good Lord, your <HI>Predece&s;&s;or</HI> found,</L>
<L>To be the <HI>Incects</HI> Barren'd all the Ground;</L>
<L>And with that <HI>Sword</HI> which now is in <HI>your Hand,</HI></L>
<L>He &s;trove to Weed out from our Fertile Land:</L>
<L>But Old <HI>Achittophel,</HI> that Reverend <HI>Bard,</HI></L>
<L>Whom Heaven intended Man and Nature Mar'd</L>
<L>With <HI>Treats,</HI> and &s;omething el&s;e, I dare not &s;ay,</L>
<L>I think 'twas <HI>Trea&s;on;</HI> bore a part away.</L>
<L>But he has &s;et his Hou&s;e in Order now,</L>
<L>And is gone down in Order thereunto&mdash;</L>
<L>A&s;&s;i&s;t you Powers, and tye the <HI>Damons</HI> up,</L>
<L>For &s;hould they find him they would cut the <HI>Rope:</HI></L>
<L>He's for their work on Earth, they under&s;tand,</L>
<L>And what can &s;ignifie one <HI>Fire-Brand?</HI></L>
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<L>My Lord, I Blu&s;h at my <HI>Impertinence,</HI></L>
<L>Yet thus far I dare plead my own Defence;</L>
<L>That did you know, the Man that Fate has &s;pent</L>
<L>In Tragick Scenes, that little Fortune lent;</L>
<L>You would not have him prai&s;e the <HI>In&s;trument.</HI></L>
<L>I wi&s;h your Lord&s;hip many Years of Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>A <HI>Jubilee</HI> of Days, and all like this;</L>
<L>That each Propitious <HI>Star</HI> may be your <HI>Guide,</HI></L>
<L>That Fair-ey'd <HI>Truth</HI> may never be deny'd;</L>
<L>That when you quit your tru&s;t, you'l find a Brother,</L>
<L>To <HI>King,</HI> to <HI>Church,</HI> and <HI>State,</HI> ju&s;t &s;uch <HI>another.</HI></L>
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