A congratulary poem on the Right Honourable Sir Patience Ward, Knight and Baronet, Lord Mayor of the City of London. Congratulatory poem on the Right Honourable Sir Patience Ward, Knight and Baronet, Lord Mayor of the City of London W. W. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06884 of text S100411 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual 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. 6 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 B06884 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[158] 99885252 ocm99885252 182642 2264214317

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06884) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182642) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:1[158]) A congratulary poem on the Right Honourable Sir Patience Ward, Knight and Baronet, Lord Mayor of the City of London. Congratulatory poem on the Right Honourable Sir Patience Ward, Knight and Baronet, Lord Mayor of the City of London W. W. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for Rich. Janaway., London, : 1680. Signed: W.W. Verse: "As when ambassadors from princes come ..." A variant (Wing W143) has title in a different setting with "congratulatory" in place of "congratulary". Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ward, Patience, -- Sir, 1629-1696 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. London (England) -- Politics and government -- 17th century -- Early works to 1800. eebo A congratulary poem on the Right Honourable Sir Patience Ward, Knight and Baronet, Lord Mayor of the City of London. W. W. 1680 1 1001 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. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A CONGRATULARY POEM On the Right Honourable Sir PATIENCE WARD , Knight and Baronet , LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON . AS when Ambassadors from Princes come , We all by custom from our Houses run To see the Stranger , Great , the Noble High , The Representive of a Deity . Scripture and Reason stile them so by Birth , Great Men ; like Kings , are still like Gods on Earth : The truth of which , no Just Man can deny , Being ordain'd by heavenly destiny . But why it should be thus , I cannot say , Then what shall happen the succeeding Day , Being a Secret kept in Heavens own hand , As Rain descends on good and barren Land . Yet in a worldly sense it may be taken For Natural Reason , and not be forsaken , Because business of that important nature It very nearly doth concern each creature , As Natives of their own fine Country dear , To whom , of all things , still they should be near : Much more at a Magistrate of our own , Because his Power extends throughout the Town , Being an Office 'twixt Country and City , That all therein does share , both fools and witty . Since next the King , to him we owe all things , Peace , Plenty , Trade , and Money-offrings : For by his wise Conduct , and Prudence high , He 'l make our Fame reach to the starry Sky , Being a man by Nature , and by Name , To be a Soul wrapt in immortal Fame . Patience by Name , a Virtue great and high , Burning and shining like the Sun in th' Sky ; Endow'd with Learning , and such famous Arts , That by their force he soon will gain our hearts ; Adorning of him in this his humane Race , More than his Indian Pearl , or his Gold Lace . Since Virtue 's a colour of that deep hue , That 't is as Rich as the gay Rainbow's blue . The Merchant traffiques where he please to go ; So Virtue trades with Heaven and Earth below . Philosophers say , she 's th' Glory of each one , As the pretty Flower 's guilded by the Sun . Logicians say , as well to each degree , You 'r happy still in your Humanity ; For Bodies shap't , and so proportion'd well , Are ab Origine , from Heaven , not Hell . Seraphick Love alwaies prefers its own , As the kind Father strongly loves his Son . The Speech you made , it doth so plainly tell How many Virtues in your Mind doth dwell ; As the Tree is , alike is still the Fruit , Or the gay Summer with dull Winter suit . When the Sun-shines , 't is then a pleasant day , And when not seen , 't is a foul After-play So as we look and speak , such men we are , A Maxim of the Learn'd Philosopher , Telling how face and heart do go together , Making men to enjoy the best weather ; While other platforms of a lower of die , Are but mere Strangers to humanity ; Like the dull Carrier's Horse , that still moves on In the same road , until he cometh home ; Then doth grim death approach , and tell them all , His never failing dart will make them fall . But that for ever they must pass and go To Heaven's glory , or to Hell's Sorrow . Seamen and Pilots rule their manners still , According to their Captain , good or ill ; Who from him no other Religion take , Nay Navigation itself forsake ; As he instructed is in every Art , The Legislator to his better heart : Even so as a great man or Ruler's given , Each Man 's prone , to make him still his Heaven . As he smiles ; then we look brisk and gay , As all things flourish in the Month of May : But if he looks but angry , and he frown . So then do we , and all our mirth is gone . Shewing th' inconstancy of joy in all , Of Lunaries and Terrestrial : So that Example will be known and seen Like a bright Dutchess or an Indian Queen . 'T is plain both from experience and from Reason , Things that are always certain and in season : For Natureshews all things are fed by sense , And their superior bodies influence All their kind heats , by which they still are fed , Flow from those streams , and so are nourished . Since Heavens superior as we plainly see , As Man excells Beasts in Felicity : For he that makes doth top the Object gay , As Night is but the Curtain of the day . In short , welcome great Sir , unto your Seat , A place of Honour and of high Retreat : To all you 'r welcome , and to all most near , To all Prince , Virtue still does make you dear . Since blood with the Astrologer porcends Things that are great , and you for greater ends : For Virtue rises from the Plant most rare , As trees in Summer still most fruitful are . Great Sir all happiness attend you still , That you may pass the great Gunshot of ill , And when Death summons you , that you appear , You shall with Angels gay , look bright and clear . I leave you as a President for Sages , To future times , and to succeeding Ages . W. W.

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