Litterae Consolatoriae; from the author to the dejected place of his nativity, the honourable city of London: emporium of Great Brittain; in some prophetick glances at it's future glory and prosperity; indici[um?] of it's present happiness, from it's upright and judicious Lord Mayor, the right honourable Sir William Turner knight; to whom he wisheth a long and happy life here, and unexpressable glory hereafter.

Litterae Consolatoriae ; From the Author to the dejected place of his Nativity , the Honourable City of LONDON : Emporium of Great Brittain ; In some Prophetick Glances at it's future Glory and Prosperity ; Indici● of it's present Happiness , from it's Upright and Judicious Lord Mayor , The Right Honourable Sir William Turner Knight ; To whom he wisheth a long and happy Life here , and unexpressable Glory hereafter . ALL hail , Blest City ! which next age must see Head ( as Rome once ) the worlds chief Monarchy For tribute , Sun-burnt Affrick , things of price , And the two Indies send thee Gold and Spice ; Nilus , Seine , Tyber , Tagus ; stoop to Thame . To his great honor , thy immortal fame , Away with tears ; let 's have no more wet eyes ; Thy lofty Roofs already threat the Skies . So Phoenix , grown old , doth by flames expire , To rise more vig'rous from her fun'ral Fire . Dear Mother , hail ! behold a fair presage Of times return , or a new Golden Age ; Banish'd Astraea again visits Earth , Whose womb is pregnant with th' expected birth ; Fear not miscarriage , for wise TVRNER , he Lucina acts at the Delivery ; O happy place ! which can at present show Antient Rome's Glory , Cato , * * The Lord Mayor for his Vigilancy and Care to advance and defend Justice , with the Right and honor of the City , as the Roman Consul did against Catiline , &c. Cicero ; Thy vanish'd honors , Rome , to boast forbear , In one united , Censor , Consul are ; Worthy to sit in thy adored Chair , If mortal man with Jove might Worship share ; Think not ( Dear City ) thou forsaken art ; Wonders my Muse shall suddenly impart ; And in smooth Numbers sing mysterious things , Thy fall , thy rise , from whence these changes springs ▪ O much belov'd of Jove ! thy Fate 's his care ; Put on a chearful look ; of grief beware ; No more complaints ; vent not a sigh nor tear ; Those Emblemes are of an ignoble Fear : Great Hearts such guests do never entertain , Unless they flow from Anger or Disdain . Consider past Events ; and thou wilt find That Gods and Fate have evermore been kind : Favours , their Punishment ; witness the Fire , Which laid thee low , onely to raise thee higher . When to destroy Jove did an Angel send , He likewise gave an Honorable Friend , Illustrious Craven ; whose great Charity And virtuous Deeds unto Eternity Recorded are in Volumes 'bove the skie . Bright day appears ; behold a glorious morn ; To splendid fortune thou again art born ; No longer be transmarine Nations scorn : Boldly advance thy Head ; look up , and see Thy Discreet Mayors proceedings , Turner , He , Restoring Justice , doth Foundations lay Whereon thou 'lt rise to Heaven : That happy day Thou gain'st thy height , pay Honor to his name Who builds the Groundwork of thy future Fame .