THE PROTESTANTS CONGRATULATION To the CITY For their Excellent CHOICE of MEMBERS To Serve in PARLIAMENT,
October 7, 1679.
VIZ.
• The Right Honourable Sir
Robert Clayton, Lord Mayor Elect. , •
Wiliiam Love,
Esq , • Sir.
Thomas Player, Chamberlain of
London, And ,
and •
Thomas Pilkington, Merchant.
Who all Served for that Honourable CITY in the last ever-memorable PARLIAMENT.
HAil Worthy
Citizens! For what this Day
You 've done so
Well, not only
Wee Repay
Deserved
Thanks, but the
Next Age shall Learn
By your
firm Steps their
Duty to Discern.
When
Romes slie Factors with their usual Arts
And
private Lures thought to
Divide your Hearts;
And
Mints of Slaunder in
Cabals had
Coyn'd,
Stale foolish
Lies, Which Impudence Design'd
You should take
Currant; and then
Fright you so
As to
Contribute to your own
Or'ethrow.
You Fadom'd strait their
Plot, and with one
Voice
Agreed upon a Sound and
well-try'd Choice.
Heaven which er'e-while in Sympathizing
Tears
And Sable Weeds bewail'd our
needless Fears
On this
Presaging Morn, more
Bright appears:
The
Sky look'd
Clear as were our
Joyes; The
Sun
Himself being Proud to
View what you had done.
Be gone you
private Panders for the
Whore,
With
Forty One you
Bubble us no more.
We
now know how your
then concealed Springs
Mov'd
Faction; and
Murder'd the best of
Kings.
Those Arts you still Pursue, To play your Game
Would fain Engage us in a second Flame.
And your Confounded
Popish Plot to hide,
Would gladly cast it clear on t'other
side.
The
Eagle once from her
own Pinions found
That Arrow
Feather'd, which gave her a Wound:
So
England's
Church was like to be Betray'd
By false pretended Sons in
Masquerade.
But Thanks, brave
City, which well Understands,
To Judge 'twixt
Jacob's Voice and
Esau's Hands.
You Scorn'd to Gratifie their
Factious Pride,
Who onely studyed how they might
Divide.
Vain are
Romes Plots, in vain does Haughty
France
To
Ʋniversal Tyranny advance
And think to Ridd the World of
Protestants
Whilst
CHARLES Survives, and
Mighty Britain stands
Defying all their
Heads, and all their
Hands.
And
London firm in
Loyalty and
Zeal
Gives such
Blest Voices for the Publique Weal.
London! That shall in after-times become
Fatal (beyond what
Carthage wish'd) to
Rome.
Me-thinks I see an Universal
Smile,
And Beams of
Joy spread through our
Tripple Isle:
Me-thinks I see with what a
Generous Scorn
The
Wheadling Make-bates hopes were over-born,
Whilst General
Echo's through the
Hall did sound
For
Clayton, Player, Love, and
Pilkington.
The
Thames with nimble Ebbs hastens to bear
The News to
Neptune's Court, who with due care
Sends some bold
English Tributary Wave,
That with the Tydings
Tybur shall Out-brave.
Hush then, dull
Libellers! whose
Croaking Noise
Proclaims you
Egypt's
Vermine by your Voice:
That
Atheist Ruffian, with his
Hue and Cry,
Drunk, as he's wont, in his
Old Goal may lye;
Whilst
Peter Dulman shakes his empty Skull,
And Vomits
Slanders a whole
Green-Bag full.
Forgive me,
Worthies! That I here should Name
These
viler Insects nibbling at your Fame.
To do
well, and
Hear Ill is Vertues Fate;
You now are call'd to a Sublimer State,
Push on their
Envy, and disdain their
Hate.
In that Great
Senate where you are to go,
No Interest but your
King's and
Nations know.
Act like
your selves, Act as your selves have done,
Fear not the
Malice of a Sawey Tongue
Set, like some
Clocks, on purpose to go wrong.
Think on your Charge, which under God, controuls
The Fate of many hundred thousand Souls.
Act so for
King and
Countrey, that you may
Be ever thought as
Worthy as to Day.
FINIS.
London, Printed for Benjamin Harris in the Piazza under the Royal Exchange in Cornhill, 1679.