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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE KINGS ENTERTAINMENT BY THE CITY of LONDON.</HEAD>
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<Q><P>Sol radiis orbem illuminat, REX &V;RBEM.</P></Q>
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<LG>
<L>_MY <HI>Mu&s;e,</HI> who&s;e Mode&s;ty &s;till di&s;-allaw'd</L>
<L>To &s;hew her ba&s;hful Face in publick Crowd,</L>
<L>But like a Vailled Ve&s;tal, &s;ince the Fire,</L>
<L>Had laid a&s;ide her melancholly Lyre;</L>
<L>This day of <HI>Jubilee</HI> Once more commands</L>
<L>To take, and tune with her unskilful hands.</L>
<L>La&s;t night, fair <HI>Cynthia</HI> did to <HI>Thetis</HI> ride</L>
<L>To bid the <HI>Nymph</HI> bring in an Early <HI>Tyde,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;welling Surface might next Morning bear,</L>
<L>And wait upon New-<HI>Londons</HI> New <HI>Lord-Mayor</HI>;</L>
<L>While the bright <HI>Barges</HI> on the <HI>River</HI> Glide,</L>
<L>And the Glad <HI>Fi&s;hes</HI> Frisk on every &s;ide,</L>
<L>Hearing the <HI>Cornet, Flute, Waites, Trumpets</HI> play,</L>
<L>Dancing in &s;pite of <HI>Net,</HI> or <HI>Line</HI> that Day,</L>
<L>While the <HI>Flaggs</HI> flutter, and the <HI>Streamers</HI> fly,</L>
<L>The glorious <HI>Badges</HI> of each <HI>Company</HI>:</L>
<L>And each big <HI>Barge</HI> by in proud Pomp doth-Ride,</L>
<L>Seeming to &s;houlder out the narrow Tyde:</L>
<L>And all the while, the bank-bred <HI>Nymphs</HI> fair eye,</L>
<L>With &s;tately Grace veiwing this <HI>Shew</HI> &s;wim by;</L>
<L>And having bid them <HI>Welcome</HI> back to <HI>Shore</HI></L>
<L>With u&s;ual Eccoh of the Cannon roar,</L>
<L>From the fair <HI>Thames</HI> &s;he turns her comely Face,</L>
<L>Next to behold, with a yet greater Grace,</L>
<L>The Reverend <HI>Train,</HI> while a long &s;tately row</L>
<L>Of <HI>Beauteous &dagger; Buildings,</HI> grace them as they go;</L>
<L>Which leads them in a &s;treight, and even Line,</L>
<L>To the <HI>Great Hall,</HI> where this <HI>Great Train</HI> mu&s;t Dine.</L>
</LG>
<P>New Kings Street</P>
<LG>
<L>But &s;tay; If it be true which I did hear,</L>
<L>The <HI>MASTER</HI> of this <HI>Mi&s;tre&s;s</HI> will be there:</L>
<L>Nor does he private come, or come alone,</L>
<L>But like a Glorious Con&s;tellation</L>
<L>Brings with him here, as brave and bright a <HI>Train,</HI></L>
<L>As ere was &s;een to wait on <HI>CHARLES</HI> his Wain.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Will the <HI>KING</HI> Come! (Dear Prince !) Will Great <HI>CHARLS</HI> Come !</L>
<L>Methinks the Clo&s;e-joyn'd Buildings Croud for Room;</L>
<L>And the <HI>Ambitious Streets,</HI> with graceful &s;tride,</L>
<L>Do &s;eem to &s;tretch to make them&s;elves more wide;</L>
<L>While all the way along, you'd think each head</L>
<L>By people pav'd for common &s;tones in&s;tead,</L>
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<LG>
<L>Methinks I hear the <HI>Crowd</HI> inqui&s;itous</L>
<L>Which are the <HI>Pageants,</HI> taking every hou&s;e</L>
<L>That &s;umptuous high and s;tately &s;eem to be</L>
<L>For their expected gaz'd at <HI>Pageantry,</HI></L>
<L>With fair and beauteous <HI>Nymphs,</HI> richly bedeck'd,</L>
<L>Who from <HI>Belconies, Windows,</HI> down reflect</L>
<L>Their Beams of Beauty, while from Ladyes Eyes,</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> fling; <HI>Wild-Fire,</HI> fa&s;t as <HI>Serpent</HI> flyes:</L>
<L>Which wonder in a Lady's not &s;o rare,</L>
<L>As for to &s;ee a <HI>Lord-May'rs-Day</HI> prove Fair.</L>
<L>Could Clouds more kind unto a <HI>Tryumph</HI> be,</L>
<L>Than to hold up at this <HI>Solemnity</HI>?</L>
<L>Which makes the <HI>Forre&s;t-Bea&s;ts</HI> abroad to creep,</L>
<L>Who dur&s;t not el&s;e, but in their dark Dens &s;leep:</L>
<L>And if you'd take the <HI>Poets</HI> apt Comment,</L>
<L>That <HI>moving Wilderne&s;s</HI> did repre&s;ent</L>
<L>The Emblem of Poor <HI>London,</HI> when of late,</L>
<L>A fatal <HI>Fire</HI> made her all <HI>De&s;olate</HI>:</L>
<L>A Place for <HI>Satyrs</HI> onely fit to Dance;</L>
<L>(Which Heaven, beyond our Hopes, doth now Advance)</L>
<L>Of late for <HI>Leopards, Tygers, Wolves,</HI> to dwell,</L>
<L>And every <HI>Vault</HI> for lurking Theeves, a Cell.</L>
<L>Many there be, that doe its <HI>Burning</HI> Rue;</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands be bound to bles;s its <HI>Building</HI> New:</L>
<L>To after-times, the Wonder will be one,</L>
<L>Its Burning <HI>Down,</HI> and Building up &s;o <HI>Soone.</HI></L>
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<L>Rous;e Glorious <HI>Phaenix,</HI> &s;hake thy du&s;ty Wing,</L>
<L>And then like <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Eagle, meet thy KING:</L>
<L>Thy KING, who&s;e <HI>Grief, Joy, Care,</HI> and <HI>Love</HI> thou art,</L>
<L>For as thou art his <HI>Kingdom's,</HI> thou'rt his <HI>Heart.</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>Thou</HI> did&s;t <HI>Suffer,</HI> did thy Dear KING Mourn,</L>
<L>More than did he that &s;aw his own <HI>Hou&s;e</HI> Burn;</L>
<L>Who&s;e. <HI>Teares,</HI> Heaven in a Sacred <HI>Chalice</HI> Kept,</L>
<L>Which Waiting Angels caught fa&s;t as he <HI>Wept</HI>:</L>
<L>Which when Heaven found enough to &s;lake his <HI>Ire,</HI></L>
<L>He Sprinkled on the <HI>A&s;hes</HI> of the <HI>Fire.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>As in thy <HI>Griefs,</HI> So in thy <HI>Joy,</HI> he Shares,</L>
<L>And with his Royal Beames, his People Cheares,</L>
<L>While the Glad, Grateful City back Expre&s;s,</L>
<L>Their raptur'd Sen&s;e of this High Happine&s;s,</L>
<L>By <HI>Fea&s;ting, Masking, Mu&s;ick,</HI> publick <HI>Sights,</HI></L>
<L>That either <HI>Palat, Ear,</HI> or <HI>Eye</HI> Delights.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Ah PRINCE! Accept her <HI>Love,</HI> although Expre&s;s'd</L>
<L>Like a Surprized Lady, half Undre&s;s'd,</L>
<L>While &s;he Poor <HI>Lady</HI> (do not think it Pride)</L>
<L>Would her Red Cheekes behind the <HI>Tap'&s;try</HI> Hide.</L>
<L>This is her fir&s;t <HI>Up-&s;itting,</HI> from a Fall,</L>
<L>Like to have Prov'd her Utter <HI>Funeral,</HI></L>
<L>Had not Your <HI>Sacred Succour</HI> help'd to Reer</L>
<L>Her to this Strength and Health wherein You See'r.</L>
<L>And could She then, do le&s;s unto her KING,</L>
<L>Than to Invite Him to her <HI>Go&s;&s;ipping</HI>?</L>
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<HEAD>The Conclu&s;ion to the Right Honourable the Lord Mayor.</HEAD>
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<L>THis City, SIR, in your Time had that Honour,</L>
<L>Long time laid by, again Conferr'd upon Her:</L>
<L>This <HI>Lady City.</HI> (Europes Chiefe&s;t Pride)</L>
<L>Which to Atchieve, you Her S. <HI>GEORGE</HI> did Ride;</L>
<L>That after Ages, when they find that Name</L>
<L>'Mong the Re&s;torers of <HI>Lo&s;t Londons</HI> Flame,</L>
<L>St. <HI>George,</HI> his <HI>Dragon,</HI> and his Bloody <HI>Cro&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Men &s;hall di&s;own, and &s;ay, That <HI>You</HI> it was,</L>
<L>That were the <HI>Champion</HI>; and unto your Glory,</L>
<L>You have TWO <HI>Draggons</HI> to Support the Story,</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>S. Wi&s;eman.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>With Allowance.</P>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Rowland Reynolds,</HI> at the Sun and Bible in the Poultry, 1671.</P>
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