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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06659) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181415) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[88]) The Kings entertainment by the city of London. Sol radiis orbem illuminat, Rex Urbem. Wiseman, Samuel. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for Rowland Reynolds, at the Sun and Bible in the Poultry, London, : 1671. Signed: S. Wiseman. "With allowance." Verse: "My Muse, whose modesty still dis-allow'd". Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng eebo The Kings entertainment by the city of London. Sol radiis orbem illuminat, Rex Urbem. Wiseman, Samuel. 1671 1 1036 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. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE KINGS ENTERTAINMENT BY THE CITY of LONDON .

Sol radiis orbem illuminat , REX VRBEM .

MY Muse , whose Modesty still dis-allaw'd To shew her bashful Face in publick Crowd , But like a Vailled Vestal , since the Fire , Had laid aside her melancholly Lyre ; This day of Jubilee Once more commands To take , and tune with her unskilful hands . Last night , fair Cynthia did to Thetis ride To bid the Nymph bring in an Early Tyde , Whose swelling Surface might next Morning bear , And wait upon New - Londons New Lord-Mayor ; While the bright Barges on the River Glide , And the Glad Fishes Frisk on every side , Hearing the Cornet , Flute , Waites , Trumpets play , Dancing in spite of Net , or Line that Day , While the Flaggs flutter , and the Streamers fly , The glorious Badges of each Company : And each big Barge by in proud Pomp doth-Ride , Seeming to shoulder out the narrow Tyde : And all the while , the bank-bred Nymphs fair eye , With stately Grace veiwing this Shew swim by ; And having bid them Welcome back to Shore With usual Eccoh of the Cannon roar , From the fair Thames she turns her comely Face , Next to behold , with a yet greater Grace , The Reverend Train , while a long stately row Of Beauteous † Buildings , grace them as they go ; Which leads them in a streight , and even Line , To the Great Hall , where this Great Train must Dine .

New Kings Street

But stay ; If it be true which I did hear , The MASTER of this Mistress will be there : Nor does he private come , or come alone , But like a Glorious Constellation Brings with him here , as brave and bright a Train , As ere was seen to wait on CHARLES his Wain . Will the KING Come ! ( Dear Prince ! ) Will Great CHARLS Come ! Methinks the Close-joyn'd Buildings Croud for Room ; And the Ambitious Streets , with graceful stride , Do seem to stretch to make themselves more wide ; While all the way along , you 'd think each head By people pav'd for common stones instead , Methinks I hear the Crowd inquisitous Which are the Pageants , taking every house That sumptuous high and s ; tately seem to be For their expected gaz'd at Pageantry , With fair and beauteous Nymphs , richly bedeck'd , Who from Belconies , Windows , down reflect Their Beams of Beauty , while from Ladyes Eyes , Cupid fling ; Wild-Fire , fast as Serpent flyes : Which wonder in a Lady 's not so rare , As for to see a Lord-May'rs-Day prove Fair. Could Clouds more kind unto a Tryumph be , Than to hold up at this Solemnity ? Which makes the Forrest-Beasts abroad to creep , Who durst not else , but in their dark Dens sleep : And if you 'd take the Poets apt Comment , That moving Wilderness did represent The Emblem of Poor London , when of late , A fatal Fire made her all Desolate : A Place for Satyrs onely fit to Dance ; ( Which Heaven , beyond our Hopes , doth now Advance ) Of late for Leopards , Tygers , Wolves , to dwell , And every Vault for lurking Theeves , a Cell . Many there be , that doe its Burning Rue ; Thousands be bound to bles ; s its Building New : To after-times , the Wonder will be one , Its Burning Down , and Building up so Soone . Rous ; e Glorious Phaenix , shake thy dusty Wing , And then like Caesars Eagle , meet thy KING : Thy KING , whose Grief , Joy , Care , and Love thou art , For as thou art his Kingdom 's , thou' rt his Heart . When Thou didst Suffer , did thy Dear KING Mourn , More than did he that saw his own House Burn ; Whose . Teares , Heaven in a Sacred Chalice Kept , Which Waiting Angels caught fast as he Wept : Which when Heaven found enough to slake his Ire , He Sprinkled on the Ashes of the Fire . As in thy Griefs , So in thy Joy , he Shares , And with his Royal Beames , his People Cheares , While the Glad , Grateful City back Express , Their raptur'd Sense of this High Happiness , By Feasting , Masking , Musick , publick Sights , That either Palat , Ear , or Eye Delights . Ah PRINCE ! Accept her Love , although Express'd Like a Surprized Lady , half Undress'd , While she Poor Lady ( do not think it Pride ) Would her Red Cheekes behind the Tap'stry Hide . This is her first Up-sitting , from a Fall , Like to have Prov'd her Utter Funeral , Had not Your Sacred Succour help'd to Reer Her to this Strength and Health wherein You See'r . And could She then , do less unto her KING , Than to Invite Him to her Gossipping ?
The Conclusion to the Right Honourable the Lord Mayor . THis City , SIR , in your Time had that Honour , Long time laid by , again Conferr'd upon Her : This Lady City . ( Europes Chiefest Pride ) Which to Atchieve , you Her S. GEORGE did Ride ; That after Ages , when they find that Name 'Mong the Restorers of Lost Londons Flame , St. George , his Dragon , and his Bloody Cross , Men shall disown , and say , That You it was , That were the Champion ; and unto your Glory , You have TWO Draggons to Support the Story , S. Wiseman .

With Allowance .

LONDON , Printed for Rowland Reynolds , at the Sun and Bible in the Poultry , 1671.