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<HEAD>THE PROTESTANTS CONGRATULATION To the CITY For their Excellent CHOICE of MEMBERS To Serve in PARLIAMENT, <HI>October</HI> 7, 1679.</HEAD>
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<ITEM>The Right Honourable Sir <HI>Robert Clayton,</HI> Lord Mayor Elect.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Wiliiam Love,</HI><ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR></ITEM>
<ITEM>Sir. <HI>Thomas Player,</HI> Chamberlain of <HI>London,</HI> And</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Thomas Pilkington,</HI> Merchant.</ITEM>
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<HEAD TYPE="sub">Who all Served for that Honourable CITY in the la&s;t ever-memorable PARLIAMENT.</HEAD>
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<L>HAil Worthy <HI>Citizens!</HI> For what this Day</L>
<L>You 've done &s;o <HI>Well,</HI> not only <HI>Wee</HI> Repay</L>
<L>De&s;erved <HI>Thanks,</HI> but the <HI>Next Age</HI> &s;hall Learn</L>
<L>By your <HI>firm Steps</HI> their <HI>Duty</HI> to Di&s;cern.</L>
<L>When <HI>Romes &s;lie Factors</HI> with their u&s;ual Arts</L>
<L>And <HI>private Lures</HI> thought to <HI>Divide</HI> your Hearts;</L>
<L>And <HI>Mints of Slaunder</HI> in <HI>Cabals</HI> had <HI>Coyn'd,</HI></L>
<L>Stale fooli&s;h <HI>Lies,</HI> Which Impudence De&s;ign'd</L>
<L>You &s;hould take <HI>Currant;</HI> and then <HI>Fright</HI> you &s;o</L>
<L>As to <HI>Contribute</HI> to your own <HI>Or'ethrow.</HI></L>
<L>You Fadom'd &s;trait their <HI>Plot,</HI> and with one <HI>Voice</HI></L>
<L>Agreed upon a Sound and <HI>well-try'd</HI> Choice.</L>
<L>Heaven which er'e-while in Sympathizing <HI>Tears</HI></L>
<L>And Sable Weeds bewail'd our <HI>needle&s;s</HI> Fears</L>
<L>On this <HI>Pre&s;aging Morn,</HI> more <HI>Bright</HI> appears:</L>
<L>The <HI>Sky</HI> look'd <HI>Clear</HI> as were our <HI>Joyes;</HI> The <HI>Sun</HI></L>
<L>Him&s;elf being Proud to <HI>View</HI> what you had done.</L>
<L>Be gone you <HI>private Panders</HI> for the <HI>Whore,</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>Forty One</HI> you <HI>Bubble</HI> us no more.</L>
<L>We <HI>now</HI> know how your <HI>then concealed</HI> Springs</L>
<L>Mov'd <HI>Faction;</HI> and <HI>Murder'd</HI> the be&s;t of <HI>Kings.</HI></L>
<L>Tho&s;e Arts you &s;till Pur&s;ue, To play your Game</L>
<L>Would fain Engage us in a &s;econd Flame.</L>
<L>And your Confounded <HI>Popi&s;h Plot</HI> to hide,</L>
<L>Would gladly ca&s;t it clear on t'other <HI>&s;ide.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Eagle</HI> once from her <HI>own</HI> Pinions found</L>
<L>That Arrow <HI>Feather'd,</HI> which gave her a Wound:</L>
<L>So <HI>England</HI>'s <HI>Church</HI> was like to be Betray'd</L>
<L>By fal&s;e pretended Sons in <HI>Ma&s;querade.</HI></L>
<L>But Thanks, brave <HI>City,</HI> which well Under&s;tands,</L>
<L>To Judge 'twixt <HI>Jacob</HI>'s Voice and <HI>E&s;au</HI>'s Hands.</L>
<L>You Scorn'd to Gratifie their <HI>Factious</HI> Pride,</L>
<L>Who onely &s;tudyed how they might <HI>Divide.</HI></L>
<L>Vain are <HI>Romes</HI> Plots, in vain does Haughty <HI>France</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>&V;niver&s;al Tyranny</HI> advance</L>
<L>And think to Ridd the World of <HI>Prote&s;tants</HI></L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>CHARLES</HI> Survives, and <HI>Mighty Britain</HI> &s;tands</L>
<L>Defying all their <HI>Heads,</HI> and all their <HI>Hands.</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>London</HI> firm in <HI>Loyalty</HI> and <HI>Zeal</HI></L>
<L>Gives &s;uch <HI>Ble&s;t Voices</HI> for the Publique Weal.</L>
<L><HI>London!</HI> That &s;hall in after-times become</L>
<L><HI>Fatal</HI> (beyond what <HI>Carthage</HI> wi&s;h'd) to <HI>Rome.</HI></L>
<L>Me-thinks I &s;ee an Univer&s;al <HI>Smile,</HI></L>
<L>And Beams of <HI>Joy</HI> &s;pread through our <HI>Tripple I&s;le:</HI></L>
<L>Me-thinks I &s;ee with what a <HI>Generous Scorn</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Wheadling Make-bates</HI> hopes were over-born,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t General <HI>Echo's</HI> through the <HI>Hall</HI> did &s;ound</L>
<L>For <HI>Clayton, Player, Love,</HI> and <HI>Pilkington.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Thames</HI> with nimble Ebbs ha&s;tens to bear</L>
<L>The News to <HI>Neptune</HI>'s Court, who with due care</L>
<L>Sends &s;ome bold <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Tributary Wave,</L>
<L>That with the Tydings <HI>Tybur</HI> &s;hall Out-brave.</L>
<L>Hu&s;h then, dull <HI>Libellers!</HI> who&s;e <HI>Croaking</HI> Noi&s;e</L>
<L>Proclaims you <HI>Egypt</HI>'s <HI>Vermine</HI> by your Voice:</L>
<L>That <HI>Athei&s;t Ruffian,</HI> with his <HI>Hue and Cry,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Drunk,</HI> as he's wont, in his <HI>Old Goal</HI> may lye;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Peter Dulman</HI> &s;hakes his empty Skull,</L>
<L>And Vomits <HI>Slanders</HI> a whole <HI>Green-Bag</HI> full.</L>
<L>Forgive me, <HI>Worthies!</HI> That I here &s;hould Name</L>
<L>The&s;e <HI>viler In&s;ects</HI> nibbling at your Fame.</L>
<L>To do <HI>well,</HI> and <HI>Hear Ill</HI> is Vertues Fate;</L>
<L>You now are call'd to a Sublimer State,</L>
<L>Pu&s;h on their <HI>Envy,</HI> and di&s;dain their <HI>Hate.</HI></L>
<L>In that Great <HI>Senate</HI> where you are to go,</L>
<L>No Intere&s;t but your <HI>King</HI>'s and <HI>Nations</HI> know.</L>
<L>Act like <HI>your &s;elves,</HI> Act as your &s;elves have done,</L>
<L>Fear not the <HI>Malice</HI> of a Sawey Tongue</L>
<L>Set, like &s;ome <HI>Clocks,</HI> on purpo&s;e to go wrong.</L>
<L>Think on your Charge, which under God, controuls</L>
<L>The Fate of many hundred thou&s;and Souls.</L>
<L>Act &s;o for <HI>King</HI> and <HI>Countrey,</HI> that you may</L>
<L>Be ever thought as <HI>Worthy</HI> as to Day.</L>
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<P>London, Printed for <HI>Benjamin Harris</HI> in the <HI>Piazza</HI> under the <HI>Royal Exchange</HI> in <HI>Cornhill,</HI> 1679.</P>
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