A Congratulatory poem on the wonderful atchievments of Sir John Mandeville, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A34289 of text R228925 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C5831). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A34289 Wing C5831 ESTC R228925 13291842 ocm 13291842 98842 2240856594

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A34289) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 98842) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1547:37) A Congratulatory poem on the wonderful atchievments of Sir John Mandeville, &c. 1 broadside. Printed for Fr. Smith, Sen., [London] : 1683. In verse. Place of publication suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Mandeville, John, -- Sir. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688 -- Poetry. eebo A congratulatory poem on the wonderful atchievments of Sir John Mandevil, &c. [no entry] 1683 1 436 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Congratulatory POEM on the wonderful Atchievments of Sir John Mandevil , &c. GReat , Good , & Just , whose Worth then praises higher , Tho' none can comprehend , yet all admire ; Whom Heav'n to our ungrateful City sent Both for a Bulwark , and an Ornament . Whilst stubborn Faction , and mad Crowds bow down To sacred Altar , and to sacred Crown ; Whilst all the horned Herd submit their Ears , Frighted ev'n out of Jealousies and Fears ; Whilst each kind Pious Slave does mumping go To vote for THANKS to him that made them so . Among the Crowd of Blessings don't refuse The liberal Mite of my Repenting Muse , Whose Lies by th' help of North , it may be , can Create her Master Common-Council-Man , Then make me Drunk , and I 'le for Slavery bawl As loud as any TORY of 'em all . Tho' the Cow'd Populace in vain rebel , And prate of Liberty , and ( grumbling ) tell Of CHARTERS , RIGHTS , and FREEDOMS , which they draw From some Moth-eaten Grant , or musty Law ; You bravely stemm'd the Tide ; You dar'd engage The weak Efforts of all their Feeble Rage ; The Loyal Int'rest nobly you relieve , By jumbling in a Chast and Generous Shrieve . Nor this with little pains did you perform ; First you sustain'd a dreadful Counter-storm , And then was squeez'd till you with Loyal stench , Out of exuberent Zeal defil'd the Bench. For these high Actions may you live to wear What Wreaths you can deserve , or Heav'n prepare ; To such a place may your bright Worth aspire , That one , and only one can there be higher : May you , when to the Grave your Corps is born , Like Scanderbeg , be into Reliques torn : Then , that your Memory may never fall , Your Statue shall be plac'd within Guile-Hall ; ( As Persians line Tribunals with the Skin Of that false Judge that last was plac'd therein ) But since the Chamber Gold and Silver lacks , Must only be compos'd of Dirt and Wax . Then you , whilst one poor Cit a Curse can give , In every Mouth eternally shall live , Whilst thus they 'l tell their starving Brats — Here lies the Wretch , who London to enslave , Tory - like , liv'd a Fool , and dy'd a Knave .

Printed for Fr. Smith sen. 1683.