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<P>
<PB REF="2" MS="y"> Phaenix Britannicus: OR, London Re-built.</P>
<P>IN A PANEGYRICK POEM On that Ancient METROPOLIS, NOW Englands Glory, And the VVorlds Wonder.</P>
<P>By <HI>J. Phillips.</HI></P>
<Q><P><HI>Ex Cinere Flore&s;co.</HI></P></Q>
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<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><HI>March</HI> 20. </DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<P><HI>Licen&s;ed</HI></P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED> Roger L'e&s;trange.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>T. J.</HI> for <HI>S. Speed.</HI> 1672.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD><HI>TO THE RIGHT VVORSHIPFUL Sir Robert Viner, Knight and Baronet, And Alderman of the City of</HI> London.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>THough Dedications, tho&s;e e&s;pecially that u&s;her Poetry into the World, are commonly repu|ted the Authors low de&s;ign of Profit: Yet I hope this may claim an Exception from the Gene|ral Rule, when I aver that it was never the intent or meaning of the <HI>Compo&s;ure.</HI> However when that <HI>Famous Elegy</HI> made upon the <HI>Cities Death,</HI> thought it not a thing un&s;ea&s;onable to trouble the whole Body of the City then in Mourning, it may perhaps &s;eem now the le&s;s impertinent, if this <HI>Panegyrick</HI> &s;eek out for one &s;ingle Patron to whom it may as freely communicate the General Joy now ri&s;ing from the Ci|ties Re&s;urrection. A pre&s;umption that I hope may gain pardon, though from nothing more than the con|fidence it has in the choice of &s;uch an eminent Per&s;on,
<PB REF="4"> who&s;e indu&s;trious Care in the de&s;igning, was equally de&s;erving as your known Expences have been magni|ficent in fini&s;hing the famous &s;ubject of the following Poem: Which if it gain favour at your hands for the <HI>Subjects</HI> &s;ake, is all the Author can expect who has no other Interce&s;&s;our but that (as he hopes) prevailing charm to obtain his own pardon, and your leave to &s;ub&s;cribe him&s;elf,</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your mo&s;t humble Servant. J. Phillips.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>Phaenix Britannicus: OR, LONDON RE-BUILT.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TAke flight Immortal Fame, and u&s;e thy skill</L>
<L>To wake the drow&s;ie World, thy Trumpet fill</L>
<L>With the loud breath of all the Winds, that they</L>
<L>May the great News to all the Earth convey:</L>
<L>Such News as all the world ne're heard before;</L>
<L>Which had the <HI>PREACHER</HI> known, he had known more.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Had ye but &s;een fair <HI>LONDONS</HI> lofty Tow'rs,</L>
<L>Almo&s;t as antient, as the Deludg'd Hours,</L>
<L>Hid in a Cloud of Fire, that &s;till pre&s;t on,</L>
<L>By Heav'ns full Bellows to de&s;truction blown,</L>
<L>While the turmoyled Throng, as if the Flames</L>
<L>Had chil'd their &s;ouls, &s;tood all like men in dreams</L>
<L>Till to prevent the Foes immediate Rack,</L>
<L>They fall to work, and their own City &s;ack;</L>
<PB REF="5">
<L> Had ye then thought on <HI>Troy,</HI> or <HI>Corinths</HI> Fall,</L>
<L>This had out-hi&s;tory'd, and &s;ilenc'd all.</L>
<L><HI>Carthage</HI> in &s;moke, a &s;park; and <HI>Rome's</HI> great Heap</L>
<L>Were Mole-hills, to the Ruins of our <HI>CHEAP.</HI></L>
<L>But here's a Wonder makes <HI>Amazement</HI> &s;tart,</L>
<L>To &s;ee the <HI>Temple</HI> of the Nations <HI>Heart</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>three Days</HI> ruin'd, and in <HI>three Days</HI> rear'd,</L>
<L>As if <HI>Divinity</HI> had now appear'd,</L>
<L>To act what once to &s;cornful man it &s;poke.</L>
<L>For what but <HI>Heav'n-born Zeal</HI> could then provoke</L>
<L>That willingne&s;s, which did all Hearts in&s;pire?</L>
<L>As if what <HI>Fire</HI> had wa&s;ted, &s;hould by <HI>Fire</HI></L>
<L>Again be rear'd, and the proud Element</L>
<L>So fierce of late, were now grown penitent.</L>
<L>The King him&s;elf is <HI>Prophet</HI> too, and <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>Foretels it's Grandeur, and the Labor ble&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He bid the Kingdom's <HI>Body</HI> &s;traight &s;urvey</L>
<L>The General Havock, and for Help make way</L>
<L>They &s;oon contrive, and &s;hew with high Applau&s;e</L>
<L>That they could Cities build, as well as Laws.</L>
<L>And &s;ure a rare Example t'was to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Among tho&s;e Architects of high degree,</L>
<L>Contending Art and a Judicious &s;trife</L>
<L>To give the City Form, as well as Life;</L>
<L>A Life e&s;tablish'd on the Throne of Right.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They &s;aw how the mad Fires enraged might,</L>
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<L> Where it had plough'd up Hou&s;es and E&s;tates,</L>
<L>Had &s;ow'd the Heaps with Seeds of new Debates;</L>
<L>Debates, that like the Teeth of <HI>Ja&s;on's Men,</HI></L>
<L>No &s;ooner nipt, but they would &s;pring agen.</L>
<L>While Law-enriching <HI>Wrong</HI> in Ambush lay</L>
<L>On doubtful Intere&s;ts to make its prey.</L>
<L>Leaving no &s;tone unturn'd, that might advance</L>
<L>Encroachment on the Poors Inheritance,</L>
<L>While your weak Tenant fetter'd in a Lea&s;e,</L>
<L>Is forc'd to <HI>Chancery,</HI> wor&s;e then the Di&s;ea&s;e;</L>
<L>But this our Prudent Over&s;eers fore&s;aw,</L>
<L>And therefore to the <NOTE N="(c)" PLACE="marg"><HI>The Jud|ges &s;itting at</HI> Cliffords Inn.</NOTE> <HI>Magi</HI> of the Law</L>
<L>They grant full Pow'r, t'was needle&s;s more to &s;ay</L>
<L>To tho&s;e they knew could never go a&s;tray.</L>
<L>It &s;eem'd a labour more than <HI>Hercules</HI></L>
<L>Could undertake, &s;o many minds to plea&s;e,</L>
<L>But they that with an equal vigour &s;tood</L>
<L>To order private right, and publick good,</L>
<L>To charm <HI>Samballat</HI> with their Equity,</L>
<L>That Ju&s;tice and Convenience &s;oon agree:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Clamours cea&s;e, and all are forward bent</L>
<L>Rather to lo&s;e, than hinder good intent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As when the Sun has warm'd the lively Spring,</L>
<L>The painful Bees, obedient to their King,</L>
<L>Their <HI>Fragrant Cities</HI> labour to rebuild,</L>
<L>Some fetch Materials from the di&s;tant Field</L>
<PB REF="6">
<L> While others plye their bu&s;ie toyl at home,</L>
<L>Till part by part, the lovely Pile become</L>
<L>One finish'd Wonder to the curious Eye;</L>
<L>So now the People gaining fresh &s;upply</L>
<L>Of life and courage from their Soveraign's care,</L>
<L>To rai&s;e the Structure of an Age prepare.</L>
<L>For none but tho&s;e that &s;aw it, could have thought</L>
<L>An Age could in an Age have &s;o much wrought.</L>
<L>The willing Woods their ma&s;&s;ie Timber &s;end,</L>
<L>The Fields and Quarries their own Bowels lend</L>
<L>T'advance the <HI>Work,</HI> as if the teeming Earth</L>
<L>Had now conceiv'd, to give the City <HI>Birth.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And fir&s;t ob&s;erving Nature, they contrive</L>
<L>To frame the Heart, where life is fir&s;t alive,</L>
<L><HI>Gre&s;ham</HI> is now repay'd; He bears the <HI>Name;</HI></L>
<L>Set up again to own a <HI>Nobler Frame.</HI></L>
<L>It was a Task too hard for <HI>Mortall</HI> Flame</L>
<L>To touch the <HI>Stone</HI> devoted to his <HI>Fame;</HI></L>
<L>As if <NOTE N="(a)" PLACE="marg"><HI>Tithonus</HI> weary of the long age he had begd of the Gods, was turn'd into a Gras|hopper. <HI>Gres|ham's</HI> Arms.</NOTE> <HI>Tithonus</HI> had bequeath'd the years</L>
<L>He begg'd, unto his <HI>Golden Grashoppers.</HI></L>
<L>Nor let this <HI>Pile,</HI> &s;urpa&s;&s;ing <HI>his,</HI> &s;eem &s;trange,</L>
<L>His was a <NOTE N="(b)" PLACE="marg">Founded in Q. E's time.</NOTE> <HI>Female,</HI> This a <HI>Male</HI> Exchange.</L>
<L>Which fir&s;t the <HI>King,</HI> the <HI>Kingdoms Soul,</HI> begun,</L>
<L>And finish'd, having onely laid one Stone.</L>
<L>Next him the <HI>Duke</HI> another Column reares,</L>
<L>Him&s;elf the <HI>Pillar</HI> of his Brother's Cares;</L>
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<L> Nor would the Valiant <HI>Prince</HI> his labour &s;pare,</L>
<L>Follow' by <HI>Albemarle,</HI> a <HI>Third-Rate Star;</HI></L>
<L>He would not fail to lay one &s;tone, that had</L>
<L>The Nations <HI>Corner-&s;tone</HI> to us convay'd:</L>
<L>A <HI>Structure</HI> &s;ure that never can grow old,</L>
<L>When four &s;uch <HI>Atla&s;&s;e's</HI> your weight uphold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here <HI>Honoured Turner</HI> to him&s;elf did rai&s;e</L>
<L>A la&s;ting Record worthy of his Prai&s;e;</L>
<L>His awful pre&s;ence would be always by</L>
<L>His handy-work advancing with his eye,</L>
<L>Untill he &s;aw compleated in his <HI>Year,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Publick Trophie</HI> of his <HI>Publick Care.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>View the <HI>Maje&s;tick Front,</HI> <NOTE N="(c)" PLACE="marg">The Royal Exchange.</NOTE> where fixed &s;tand</L>
<L>The <HI>Guardian Angels</HI> of our Sea and Land,</L>
<L>A <HI>Dorick Miracle,</HI> till mounting farther,</L>
<L>Ye &s;py a Wonder of <HI>Corinthian Order,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e lovely <HI>Corni&s;h</HI> the <HI>fair Burthen</HI> bears</L>
<L>Where plays within the <HI>Mu&s;ick of the Sphears,</HI></L>
<L>As if tho&s;e <HI>Tunes</HI> had been the Builders Boon,</L>
<L>To recreate the <HI>Bu&s;ie</HI> hours of <HI>Noon:</HI></L>
<L>Above, <HI>Time</HI> with a Twofold <HI>Janus Face</HI></L>
<L>Orelooks the City in her <HI>Nuptial Grace,</HI></L>
<L>Reaching his <HI>Fore-top,</HI> unto all hands kind,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e as if he now had Locks behind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sec the A&s;cending Steps, that proudly born</L>
<L>By their own weight, all underpropment &s;corn;</L>
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<L> Stones in a League with &s;uch contrivance laid,</L>
<L>As only for the Throne of <HI>Friend&s;hip</HI> made.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Behold the <HI>Walkes,</HI> where <HI>Traffick,</HI> the <HI>Worlds Friend,</HI></L>
<L>Searches all Nookes, that unto Riches tend;</L>
<L>Where every language &s;peaks, and Nations range,</L>
<L>The World Epitomiz'd in an <HI>Exchange,</HI></L>
<L>While from the <HI>Vaults</HI> belovv the di&s;tant <HI>Ea&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>Pil'd up in ponderous heaps, by heaps oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>Send forth their &s;picy Odors to repay</L>
<L>The <HI>Freight,</HI> vvith <HI>Incen&s;e</HI> offer'd every day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From hence let &s;trangers go, and vievv that <HI>Place</HI></L>
<L>Where Ju&s;tice &s;eated in Maje&s;tick Grace,</L>
<L>Does right to all her <HI>Freemen</HI> di&s;tribute, <NOTE PLACE="marg">Guild-hall.</NOTE></L>
<L>Without the trouble of expen&s;ive Suit;</L>
<L>Where the <HI>Grave Council</HI> of the City &s;it</L>
<L>In &s;plendid Pomp for &s;uch a Senate fit,</L>
<L>VVhere they that Built, novv &s;tudy to pre&s;erve,</L>
<L>Commanding Laws which they them&s;elves ob&s;erve</L>
<L>There &s;tands the <HI>Lofty Guild,</HI> both Hall and Court</L>
<L>A Spacious Pile, vvithout the vain &s;upport</L>
<L>Of Pillars, only filling room uprear'd,</L>
<L>VVhere Order &s;vvay'd by Order vvell prepar'd,</L>
<L>Makes Forein eyes behold vvith &s;ilent avve</L>
<L>Their Kingly Banquets, and their trains of Lavv:</L>
<L>A Hall, that in one day more Plenty vva&s;tes,</L>
<L>Than <HI>Spains</HI> Dominion in a tvvelve moneth ta&s;tes.</L>
<PB REF="7">
<L> And le&s;t the vvay to Ju&s;tice &s;hould be blind,</L>
<L>A <NOTE N="(d)" PLACE="marg">King-&s;treet.</NOTE> <HI>Kingly Street,</HI> and by a <HI>King</HI> de&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>Shews a wide pa&s;&s;age to the Judgment-Seat,</L>
<L>Adorn'd with Ample Structures, till it meet</L>
<L>The Wealthy <HI>Thame&s;is,</HI> who every year</L>
<L>There waits, upon his Silver Back to bear</L>
<L>The <HI>Cities Pomp,</HI> confin'd to wait upon</L>
<L>The <HI>Guardian</HI> of their large Dominion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Old <NOTE N="(e)" PLACE="marg">Ludgate.</NOTE> <HI>Lud</HI> put on his A&s;hie Weeds and mourn'd</L>
<L>To &s;ee his <HI>ancient Gate</HI> to A&s;hes turn'd:</L>
<L>But &s;oon he found his &s;orrow well repay'd,</L>
<L>Finding him&s;elf more Gayly &s;ince array'd.</L>
<L>And now re&s;olves to watch his Gate alone,</L>
<L>Since his own Watchmen were &s;o &s;leepy grown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fair <NOTE N="(f)" PLACE="marg">Temple-Bar.</NOTE> <HI>Temple-Bar,</HI> looks up with &s;o much State,</L>
<L>More like an <HI>Arch of Triumph,</HI> than a <HI>Gate.</HI></L>
<L>A &s;tately <HI>Portal</HI> that lets none pa&s;s by,</L>
<L>Till it has <HI>parley'd</HI> with the <HI>Gazers eye;</HI></L>
<L>Whence <HI>Admiration</HI> fir&s;t begins to ride</L>
<L>Through all the <HI>Splendour</HI> of the <HI>Cities Pride.</HI></L>
<L><HI>A&s;traea</HI> pleas'd to &s;ee her <HI>Followers</HI> care</L>
<L>To give her ruin'd Harbour new repair,</L>
<L>The <HI>Inner Temple</HI> makes her choice&s;t Court,</L>
<L>More grac'd by Honour'd <HI>Bridgemans</HI> wide &s;upport.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Near which appears the Plea&s;ure of the Age,</L>
<L>Nobler than <HI>Pompeys</HI> or <HI>Verona's</HI> Stage,</L>
<PB REF="8">
<L> Where can ye go ami&s;s, but &s;till ye find</L>
<L>New Banquets for the greedy eye de&s;ign'd?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In a more Royal State, not far from hence</L>
<L><HI>Bridewell</HI> admires her new Magnificence,</L>
<L>Proudly forgets that she is &s;till the Poors,</L>
<L>And only li&s;tens after Emperours;</L>
<L>Thinking the former Tract renew'd again,</L>
<L>Some other <HI>Charles</HI> the Fifth to entertain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><NOTE N="(g)" PLACE="marg">The Ho&s;|pital.</NOTE> Young <HI>Edwards Other Gift</HI> for <HI>pious U&s;e</HI></L>
<L>Dofts his old skin, and gorgeous Youth renevvs,</L>
<L>As if cold Charity by Fire reviv'd,</L>
<L>Only in flames, like <HI>Salamanders</HI> liv'd;</L>
<L>Or el&s;e that men believ'd tho&s;e &s;wift Repairs</L>
<L>So &s;oon were ha&s;tened by the Orphans pray'rs.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In the &s;ame place where formerly it &s;tood,</L>
<L>The <HI>Commons</HI> <NOTE N="(h)" PLACE="marg">Doctors Commons.</NOTE> make their Ancient &s;tation good:</L>
<L>Where Strangers, now, as well the Structure draws,</L>
<L>As the advantage of their Native Laws.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <NOTE N="(i)" PLACE="marg">The pub|lick Halls.</NOTE> <HI>Publick Halls</HI> appear in every part,</L>
<L>Built to encourage every u&s;eful <HI>Art;</HI></L>
<L>Where <HI>Lacedemon-</HI>like the City meet,</L>
<L>And keep their <HI>Publick Fea&s;ts</HI> in every &s;treet;</L>
<L>Where every Art becomes a <HI>My&s;tery,</HI></L>
<L>Sworn not to let rewards of Labour dye.</L>
<L>Sweet <HI>Little Oxford,</HI> who&s;e voluptuous &s;ite</L>
<L>Did all the Nation in di&s;tre&s;s invite;</L>
<PB REF="8">
<L> And lodging the va&s;t Trains of Law and Court,</L>
<L>Made <HI>Europe</HI> ring with general Report;</L>
<L>Confe&s;&s;es now her glory overcome,</L>
<L>By her <HI>Metropolis,</HI> that here makes room</L>
<L>To fea&s;t the World with &s;uch Magnificence,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Benefactors</HI> are at no expence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>One &s;tands among the <HI>Croud,</HI> which he that &s;ees,</L>
<L>Beholds the <HI>truth</HI> of <NOTE N="(l)" PLACE="marg">Blackwel<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="right margin cropped or obscured" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1+ letters"> hall.</NOTE> <HI>Ja&s;on's Golden Fleece,</HI></L>
<L>The Kingdoms <HI>Load&s;tone,</HI> who&s;e <HI>Magnetick Force,</HI></L>
<L>Attracts the Trea&s;ure of the <HI>Univer&s;e;</HI></L>
<L>Where they that &s;ee the heaps of <HI>Lem&s;ter Ore</HI></L>
<L>With all the <HI>va&s;ter Spoils,</HI> and <HI>pretious Store</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>&s;moother Plains,</HI> and <HI>far-extending Downs,</HI></L>
<L>Cloathing the Pea&s;ant, and enrobing Crowns:</L>
<L>Finding the world deceiv'd, more truly hold</L>
<L><HI>Pan,</HI> and not <HI>Pluto,</HI> for the <HI>God of Gold.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor can the toyling Workmans ruder Hurrey,</L>
<L>Deafen the Ear to Learnings Oratory,</L>
<L>Learning is &s;till advanc'd, the prop of all,</L>
<L>By tho&s;e <HI>Gamaliels,</HI> to the <HI>Learn'd</HI> St. <HI>Paul,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Guild of Mercers,</HI> who with eager ha&s;te,</L>
<L>Le&s;t pityed youth their pretious time &s;hould wa&s;te,</L>
<L>While their own Intere&s;ts neglected &s;tand,</L>
<L>Build up their <HI>Old Gymna&s;ium</HI> out of hand.</L>
<L>Fini&s;h'd with &s;o much beauty that it &s;eems</L>
<L>A Subject only for their Scholars Theams.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="9">
<L>Nor needs Devotion &s;oft Petitions make,</L>
<L>While every Pari&s;h &s;trives to undertake</L>
<L>Their &s;everal Temples &s;wift Repair, before</L>
<L>Exhorting whi&s;pers could their Aid implore.</L>
<L>Saint <HI>Dun&s;tan</HI> happy fir&s;t, who fir&s;t did feel</L>
<L>The Comfort of a <HI>Noble Matrons</HI> zeal,</L>
<L>That left a powerful Charm to chace away</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Go&s;pel-Devils that in Ruins lay,</L>
<L>Unwilling <HI>they</HI> &s;hould now tho&s;e <HI>Tombs</HI> mole&s;t,</L>
<L>Where <HI>She her &s;elf</HI> was gone to take <HI>her re&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No le&s;s Saint <HI>Mary Woolnoth</HI> <NOTE N="(k)" PLACE="marg"><HI>The New Church in</HI> Lumbard-Street,</NOTE> owes to <HI>Thee</HI></L>
<L><HI>Renowned VINER,</HI> Rich in Piety:</L>
<L>That lives in happy ignorance, which is more,</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Wealth</HI> on <HI>Earth,</HI> or thy <HI>Cele&s;tial Store:</HI></L>
<L>Two Stately Quires, where while the Organ plays,</L>
<L>The <HI>Vocall</HI> VValls repeat the Founders Prai&s;e.</L>
<L>If one fair Temple did &s;o bu&s;ie Fame,</L>
<L>With the continual &s;ound of <HI>Sions</HI> Name,</L>
<L>Where can &s;he find but from an Angels bla&s;t,</L>
<L>A&s;&s;i&s;tance loud and long enough to la&s;t</L>
<L>The toyl&s;ome Prai&s;e of our <HI>Seraphick</HI> Glory,</L>
<L>VVhere every Temple is a <HI>Sions</HI> Story?</L>
<L>So many, that &s;he &s;pares from her large &s;tore</L>
<L>To &s;everal that in Forein Tongues adore,</L>
<L>A <HI>Holy Babel</HI> Mu&s;ter'd from abroad,</L>
<L>VVhere <HI>Languages confus'd,</HI> now wor&s;hip God.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="9" MS="y">
<L>But for <HI>Thee, Pauls,</HI> thy greatne&s;s brings <HI>Thee</HI> low,</L>
<L>Shame on ill <HI>Neighbours,</HI> and a <HI>Re&s;tle&s;s Foe,</HI></L>
<L>That keeps thy Soveraign from his quiet Peace,</L>
<L>And &s;till his pious thoughts for <HI>Thee</HI> &s;uppre&s;s,</L>
<L>El&s;e would he dye for <HI>Thee,</HI> and rai&s;e thy Frame</L>
<L>As high as is his own immortal Fame;</L>
<L>Yet &s;till like &s;ome Commander &s;lain, vve &s;ee</L>
<L>Thy greatne&s;s living in the vvant of <HI>Thee;</HI></L>
<L>For Thou art only wanting, only Thou</L>
<L>To make all <HI>Cities</HI> to our <HI>City</HI> bow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor need we wonder whence this Grandeur flows,</L>
<L>While <HI>Thame&s;is</HI> &s;o near his lu&s;tre &s;hews,</L>
<L>Who proud of his Imployment, every day</L>
<L>Sends his &s;mooth <HI>Torrent</HI> po&s;ting to the Sea,</L>
<L>That &s;till returns as often to unlade</L>
<L>The Ma&s;&s;ie Burthens of enriching <HI>Trade;</HI></L>
<L>Where now a <HI>Noble Key</HI> with open room,</L>
<L>Welcomes the <HI>Seaman,</HI> and the <HI>Ve&s;&s;el</HI> home,</L>
<L>And finding the faint &s;tream &s;ink from its weight,</L>
<L>On her own &s;houlders takes the Pond'rous Freight,</L>
<L>A <HI>Sumptuous Key,</HI> but yet more <HI>Sumptuous</HI> made</L>
<L>By that <HI>Fair Pile,</HI> where <HI>Cae&s;ars Tribute</HI> paid,</L>
<L>Supports the <HI>Strength</HI> that keeps his Kingdome &s;afe,</L>
<L>That tames the <HI>Lyon,</HI> breaks the <HI>Ragged Staffe.</HI></L>
<PB REF="10" MS="y">
<L> Makes the &s;ubmi&s;&s;ive Cre&s;cent beg for <HI>Truce,</HI></L>
<L>And from her <HI>Maintop</HI> crops the <HI>Flow'r deluce.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Tower</HI> which Noble <HI>Robin&s;on</HI> makes good,</L>
<L>Removes the vvooden heaps that late with&s;tood</L>
<L>Her gay delight to view the new Repair,</L>
<L>And while her <HI>Standard</HI> wantons in the air,</L>
<L>Encourag'd by the Pro&s;pects influence,</L>
<L>To outward &s;uccour and her own defence,</L>
<L>Calls <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> now to got his pains rewarded,</L>
<L>That built the Strength that &s;uch a City guarded.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ri&s;e Drow&s;ie STOW,</HI> and once more overlook</L>
<L>With thy old diligence, thy ancient Book;</L>
<L>Take to thy &s;elf <HI>Cornelius Hollands</HI> Quill,</L>
<L>And like to him thy <HI>Numerous</HI> pages fill;</L>
<L>For though thy Task were hard before, it now</L>
<L>Requires the trebled labour of thy Brow,</L>
<L>To &s;peak of <HI>Lanes</HI> like <HI>Streets,</HI> and <HI>Streets</HI> like <HI>Towns,</HI></L>
<L>Where <HI>Hou&s;es</HI> wear their <HI>Terra&s;es</HI> like <HI>Crowns,</HI></L>
<L>VVhere <HI>Emba&s;&s;ies</HI> may ride and feed their eyes</L>
<L>VVith a <HI>long Scale</HI> of new <HI>Varieties,</HI></L>
<L>VVhere each Balcony'd Front, well read, appears</L>
<L>A Story worthy of their Princes ears;</L>
<L>To tell of Palaces, where now we find</L>
<L>A race of Cities to the City joyn'd.</L>
<L>To tell of Markets, now like <HI>Piazza's</HI> made,</L>
<L>Far from the Street to ampler &s;pace convay'd,</L>
<PB REF="10">
<L> So vvell contriv'd both for Supply and Place,</L>
<L>That former trouble novv becomes a grace,</L>
<L>But vvhen you name the Place, to tell the &s;tore</L>
<L>That vveek by vveek, the &s;ingle vveeks devour,</L>
<L>Is &s;uch an unexhau&s;ted Miracle,</L>
<L>That all the World could never parallel.</L>
<L>To tell how <HI>Little Fleet</HI> was cleans'd once more,</L>
<L>To bring advantage to the Neighbouring &s;hore,</L>
<L>As if the City now her force did bend</L>
<L>To make the &s;corned Stream her bo&s;ome friend,</L>
<L>Who makes the <HI>publick Nu&s;ance, publick Good,</HI></L>
<L>Owing for beauty and plenty to the <HI>Flood.</HI></L>
<L>To tell how &s;oon, as men had men been born,</L>
<L>The City &s;aw her Ancient Trade return,</L>
<L>And then to tell of Hills that level made,</L>
<L>Give ea&s;ie pa&s;&s;age to the cour&s;e of Trade:</L>
<L>To tell how every <HI>Publick</HI> hou&s;e a&s;&s;umes</L>
<L>The State of Palaces in lofty Rooms,</L>
<L>As if, by hidden &s;igns they did pre&s;age</L>
<L>The War-like Triumphs of the pre&s;ent age.</L>
<L>To tell the prodigies of <HI>Fine</HI> and <HI>Rent,</HI></L>
<L>Which <HI>Trade</HI> returns, as if not paid, but lent,</L>
<L>While <HI>Coffee,</HI> Prophet-like, de&s;pis'd at home,</L>
<L>Grows Rich abroad, and for a &s;ingle Room,</L>
<L>More like &s;ome great <HI>Seraglio,</HI> dares advance</L>
<L>A Sum to &s;et a Marque&s;s up in <HI>France.</HI></L>
<PB REF="11">
<L> VVhich &s;traight flovvs back in Tides of &s;ingle pence,</L>
<L>The&s;e things become thy <HI>new Intelligence,</HI></L>
<L>And then eternal Monuments to rai&s;e</L>
<L>Worthy the <HI>Builders</HI> and <HI>Contrivers</HI> Prai&s;e,</L>
<L>VVorthy the pains of tho&s;e who&s;e honour'd care</L>
<L>Did <HI>private Time</HI> to <HI>Publick Duty</HI> &s;pare.</L>
<L>Such Records would thy nevv Edition &s;vvell</L>
<L>Until it grevv to Manly Miracle,</L>
<L>VVho&s;e every Page vvould be a vvondrous Story,</L>
<L>Relating <HI>wonders</HI> of a <HI>Wonder's</HI> Glory.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus Cities, like to men, their periods have,</L>
<L>From Youth to Age, from Age unto the Grave,</L>
<L>Making their mortal progre&s;s, till at la&s;t</L>
<L>The <HI>Common Bane</HI> of Countries layes'em vva&s;te:</L>
<L>So <HI>London</HI> &s;eem'd to fall, vvho&s;e <HI>drooping Age</HI></L>
<L>Could not re&s;i&s;t the <HI>Burning Feavers</HI> rage:</L>
<L>But now, as if the <HI>Fiery Hurricane</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Death</HI> him&s;elf had laid a <HI>&s;ubtile traine;</HI></L>
<L>Death in the <HI>Cities fate</HI> now finds <HI>his own,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>buried</HI> lyes in <HI>Re&s;urrection.</HI></L>
<L>So <HI>former Favourites</HI> of the <HI>Deities</HI></L>
<L>Were &s;traight reviv'd in <HI>Metamorpho&s;is.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI> in a Flower his Life out-liv'd,</L>
<L>And <HI>Daphne</HI> in a Lawrel Death deceiv'd.</L>
<PB REF="11">
<L> Thus ro&s;e the City from her <HI>Funeral Pile,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>New born Phaenix</HI> of an <HI>Ancient I&s;le;</HI></L>
<L>Or el&s;e like <HI>Enochs Change,</HI> that Death defeated,</L>
<L>From one unto another life tran&s;lated.</L>
<L>If from the Cinders of one City, then</L>
<L>Such charming beauty can grow up again,</L>
<L>As &s;he had only doff't her old Attire,</L>
<L>To ri&s;e more &s;plendid from the <HI>Bed of Fire:</HI></L>
<L>If the <HI>quaint Flames</HI> are now &s;uch <HI>Arti&s;ts</HI> grown,</L>
<L>To burn a City into &s;uch Renown;</L>
<L>As if they'd courted Ruine with intent</L>
<L>To make Her glorious in her Monument,</L>
<L>While Fire is but the Chariot that convays</L>
<L>To a <HI>New Life</HI> the &s;oon-repair'd Decays.</L>
<L>What Pomp is then for th' other World de&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>VVhen it &s;hall be by &s;corching flames refin'd?</L>
<L>'Tis &s;till but Fire, Gods <HI>Active Mini&s;ter,</HI></L>
<L>That mu&s;t <HI>that Work</HI> perform, and <HI>Seats</HI> prepare</L>
<L>Of burni&s;h'd Gold, and poli&s;h'd Ja&s;per Stones,</L>
<L>For the <HI>Bright Lamb,</HI> and all his <HI>Holy Ones.</HI></L>
<L>'Tis Fire that mu&s;t the <HI>Sun</HI> it &s;elf <HI>benight,</HI></L>
<L>And give his Room to more Refulgent Light,</L>
<L>'Tis <HI>That &s;ame Fire,</HI> that was the Cities <HI>Bane,</HI></L>
<L>To give it more <HI>Illu&s;trious Life</HI> again,</L>
<L>That mu&s;t remove the <HI>Old Worlds Rubbi&s;h</HI> Frame,</L>
<L>To &s;et in place the <HI>New Jeru&s;alem,</HI></L>
<PB REF="12">
<L> VVho&s;e Glory is too bright for Mans di&s;play,</L>
<L>And none &s;o much as gue&s;s at, only they</L>
<L>That in the <HI>Mirror</HI> of <HI>Proportion</HI> &s;ee</L>
<L><HI>LONDON RE-BUILT,</HI> the <HI>WORLD'S EPITOME.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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