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<HEAD><HI>Londons</HI> Glory, and <HI>Whittingtons</HI> Renown OR, A Looking-Gla&s;s for Citizens of <HI>LONDON.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Being a Remarkable Story, how Sir <HI>Richard Whittington</HI> (a poor Boy bred up in <HI>Lanca&s;hire</HI>) came to be three times Lord Mayor of <HI>London</HI> in three &s;everal Kings Reigns, and how his ri&s;e was by a Cat, which he &s;ent for a Venture be|yond Sea. Together with his Bountiful Gifts and Liberality given to this Honourable City: And the va&s;t Sums of Money he lent the King to maintain the VVars in <HI>France.</HI> And how at a great Fea&s;t to which he invited the King, the Queen, and the Nobility, He Generou&s;ly Burnt the Writings, and freely forgave his Maje&s;ty the whole Debt.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>Dainty come thou to me.</HI></OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>man on a horse marching in procession</FIGDESC>
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<LG>
<L>BRave <HI>London</HI> Prentices,</L>
<L>come li&s;ten to my Song,</L>
<L>Tis for your glory all,</L>
<L>and to you doth belong,</L>
<L>And you poor Country Lads,</L>
<L>though born of low degr&eacute;e</L>
<L>S&eacute;e by gods providence,</L>
<L>what you in time may b&eacute;e,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hear mu&s;t I tell the prai&s;e,</L>
<L>of worthy <HI>whittington,</HI></L>
<L>Known to be in his dayes,</L>
<L>thrice Lord Mayor of <HI>London,</HI></L>
<L>But of poore parentage,</L>
<L>born was he as we heare,</L>
<L>And in his tender age,</L>
<L>bred up in Lanca&s;hire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Prooly to <HI>London,</HI> then,</L>
<L>came up this Simple lad,</L>
<L>Where with a Marchant-man,</L>
<L>&s;oon he a dwelling had,</L>
<L>And in a Kitchen plac'd</L>
<L>a Scullion for to be,</L>
<L>Where a long time he pa&s;t,</L>
<L>in drudging &s;lavery,</L>
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<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>a ship with an S on the sail</FIGDESC>
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<FIGDESC>portrait of a woman wearing a crown, and of a smaller figure, also wearing a crown</FIGDESC>
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<LG>
<L>His dayly &s;ervice was,</L>
<L>turning Spitts at the fire,</L>
<L>And to &s;cour potts of Bra&s;&s;,</L>
<L>for a poore Scullions hire,</L>
<L>A &s;harp Cook Maid there was,</L>
<L>that <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eat him day by day,</L>
<L>Which made him in his mind.</L>
<L>think for to run away.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So from the Marchant-man,</L>
<L><HI>Whittington</HI> &s;ecretly,</L>
<L>Towards his Country ran,</L>
<L>to gaine his liberty,</L>
<L>But as he went along,</L>
<L>in a faire Summers morn,</L>
<L><HI>Londons</HI> Bells &s;w&eacute;etly rung,</L>
<L><HI>Whittington</HI> back return.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Evermore &s;oundiry &s;o,</L>
<L>turn again <HI>Whittington,</HI></L>
<L>And thou in time &s;hall be,</L>
<L>Lord Mayor of <HI>London</HI></L>
<L>Whore vpon badk againe,</L>
<L><HI>Whittington</HI> came with &s;p&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>A prentice to remaine</L>
<L>as the Lord had decr&eacute;ed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Still ble&s;&s;ed be the Bells,</L>
<L>this was his daily Song,</L>
<L>Which my good fortune tells,</L>
<L>mo&s;t &s;w&eacute;etly have they rung.</L>
<L>If God &s;o fav<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ur me,</L>
<L>I will not prove unkind;</L>
<L><HI>London</HI> my Love &s;hall &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>and my large bounties find.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;&eacute;e this happy chanc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L><HI>Whittington</HI> had a Cat,</L>
<L>Which he a venture &s;ent</L>
<L>and got his wealth by that.</L>
<L>For from Forreign Land</L>
<L>where Rats &amp; Mice abound.</L>
<L>Th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">y brought him for his Cat</L>
<L>many a fair thou&s;and pound.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When as they home were come</L>
<L>with their Ship Laden &s;o,</L>
<L><HI>Whittington</HI>'s wealth began,</L>
<L>by this Cat thus to grow:</L>
<L>Scullions life he for&s;ook;</L>
<L>to be a Merchant good,</L>
<L>And &s;oon he began to look,</L>
<L>how well his credit &s;tood.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Soon after he was cho&s;e</L>
<L>Sheriff of the City here,</L>
<L>And then he quickly ro&s;e</L>
<L>higher as did appear.</L>
<L>For to this City's prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Richard VVhittington,</HI></L>
<L>Came to be in his days,</L>
<L>thrice Lord Mayor of <HI>London.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>More his fame to advance,</L>
<L>thou&s;ands he lent his King.</L>
<L>To maintain Wars in <HI>France</HI></L>
<L>honour from thence to bring.</L>
<L>And after at a Fea&s;t,</L>
<L>which he the King did make</L>
<L>Burnt the Bonds as a je&s;t</L>
<L>and would no m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ney take.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ten thou&s;and pound he gave,</L>
<L>to his Prince willingly,</L>
<L>And would no penny have</L>
<L>for his kind courte&s;ie:</L>
<L>As God thus made him great,</L>
<L>&s;o he would daily &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Poor people fed with meat,</L>
<L>to &s;hew his Charity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pri&s;oners poor, Cheri&s;ht were,</L>
<L>widows &s;w&eacute;et, comfort found,</L>
<L>Good d&eacute;eds both far and near</L>
<L>of him do &s;till re&s;ound:</L>
<L><HI>VVhittingtons</HI> Colledge is</L>
<L>one of his Charities;</L>
<L>And a fair Church he built</L>
<L>to la&s;ting memories.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>New-gate</HI> he builded fair,</L>
<L>for Pri&s;oners to lye in;</L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;ts Church</HI> he did repair,</L>
<L>Chri&s;tian love for to win.</L>
<L>Many more &s;uch like d&eacute;eds,</L>
<L>were done by <HI>Whittington,</HI></L>
<L>Which joy and comfort br&eacute;eds</L>
<L>to all that look thereon.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let all brave Citizens</L>
<L>who do this &s;tory read,</L>
<L>By his example learn,</L>
<L>always the poor to f&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>What is lent to the Poor,</L>
<L>the Lord will &s;ure repay,</L>
<L>And Ble&s;&s;ings k&eacute;ep in &s;tore</L>
<L>until the latter day.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Lanca&s;hire</HI> thou ha&s;t bred,</L>
<L>this flower of Charity,</L>
<L>Though he be dead and gone,</L>
<L>yet lives his Memory.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Bells that call'd him &s;o,</L>
<L>turn again <HI>Whittington,</HI></L>
<L>Would they call many ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>&s;uch men to fair <HI>LONDON.</HI></L>
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<P>London, Printed for <HI>R. Burton.</HI> at the Hor&s;e-&s;hoe in We&s;t Smithfield.</P>
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