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<NAME>Elspeth Healey</NAME>
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<HEAD>To the Right Honourable THE LORD MAYOR AT THE ANNIVERSARY ENTERTAINMENT IN GUILDHALL.</HEAD>
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<L>THE wi&s;e <HI>Appllo</HI> Laugheth once a year;</L>
<L>So the re&s;embling mortal Gods do here</L>
<L>Deign to be jolly, and Triumph together,</L>
<L>Over their Cares, and over <HI>Romes</HI> &s;oul weather.</L>
<L>As you (much Honoured Sir) A&s;cend the Chair,</L>
<L>The Heavens &s;o kind and &s;o Propitious are.</L>
<L>Redeem'd Religion happily &s;upplies</L>
<L>Fre&s;h Comfort to your former &s;olemn Joys.</L>
<L>Let Popery da&s;ht it &s;ound &s;weeter in your ear</L>
<L>Than the &s;weet plea&s;ing melody you hear. </L>
<L>And Hearts as with good wine be chear'd and warm'd</L>
<L>With the good news His Maje&s;ty not harm'd;</L>
<L>But this ought to allay your Joys Exce&s;s,</L>
<L>His Martyr'd Friend falls by the mercile&s;s.</L>
<L>Now <HI>Exit Babylon's</HI> Tran&s;ub&s;tantiation,</L>
<L>Infernal Plots and Hell A&s;&s;a&s;&s;ination;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e <HI>Egypt</HI> Frogs no more Infe&s;t or Croak</L>
<L>Within the &s;hadow of the Royal Oak.</L>
<L>(Avant Prodigious, Protean, Papal-State.)</L>
<L>Avant the cur&s;t Raviliack Tran&s;migrate.</L>
<L>The noi&s;e of Blood, The noi&s;e of Bankrupts cea&s;e,</L>
<L>The Nations Wealth, the Nations Fame increa&s;e.</L>
<L>This &s;o bright dawning Providential Ray</L>
<L>Sweetly Pre&s;ageth Sun-&s;hine Halcyon day.</L>
<L>And you my Lord, within your Lower Sphere</L>
<L>Are a good Omen. Happy be your year.</L>
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<HEAD>On Sir <HI>Edmondbury Godfrey.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>Such is mans Life and Fickle &s;tate,</L>
<L>Con&s;um'd with Care, expos'd to Hate,</L>
<L>Rent by variety of Fate,</L>
<L>(At mo&s;t but of a moments Date)</L>
<L>So here in this great Her&s;e we &s;ee,</L>
<L>The be&s;t of Mortals, what they be.</L>
<L>The wi&s;e and good wor&s;t harms mole&s;t,</L>
<L>The more of worth, the le&s;s of re&s;t.</L>
<L>As in a &s;torm the Cedars fall,</L>
<L>And &s;hrubs &s;urvive their Funeral.</L>
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