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B04876 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. William Love, Esq; Sir Thomas Player, Chamberlain of London, and Thomas Pilkington, merchant. Who all served for that honourable city in the last ever-memorable Parliament. 1679 (1679) Wing P3848; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[170]; ESTC R3646 1,245 1

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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 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 Vniversal 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.