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A96490	Upon the rebuilding the city the right honourable the Lord Mayor, and the noble company of bachelors dining with him, May 5th. 1669.	Wild, Robert, 1609-1679.	1669 (1669)	Wing W2152; ESTC R226750	2,942	1

UPON THE REBUILDING the CITY The Right Honourable the Lord Mayor AND THE Noble Company of Bachelors Dining with Him May 5th 1669. NOr could Prometheus when he would have stole From jealous Jupiter a living cole To animate his well dissembled clay Either prevail or go unplagu'd away Nor when proud Nature to recruit the earth And brave Heaven brought forth Giants at each birth Those stalking Mountains sons of slime and mud The Reliques of the universal Floud Setting them all to work as soon as born Then when their Highnesses did not think scorn To tread the Mortar and were Masons made And Bricklayers the only thriving Trade Though they design'd with high and pointed Towers To pierce and stab those clouds whose mighty showers Had drown'd their Fathers and to climb so high Till they pickt Stars like Cowslips from the sky Could they prevent their foolish Babels fall But were turn'd canting wandring Gypsies all Nor shalt thou better speed proud Rome not Thou Though thou hast carried Empire on thy brow And with thy Canons made all Monarchs quake As thunder doth the trembling Mountains shake No though thy head thy lofty head thou raise To try thy horned strength with Cynthia's No 〈…〉 Father be the Prince of th' Air And w●●● thee doth his vast Dominion share No though thy Eagles wings thou stretch as wide As Sol his beams or Neptune doth his Tyde No though thy greedy cruel breed be nurst With the same milk thy Founder suckt at first And though thy zeal Ah cursed zeal aspire To raise thy Pope great Pyramids of fire From burned Cities yet thy self proud Dame Who burnt with Sodoms lust shalt with her flame Where are thy Fauxes in their dark disguise Incendiary Priests and subtile Spies Who when our Londons fiery tryal came Like Salamanders feasted in the flame And curst the hands that first should lay a Brick Tow'rds the rebuilding that grand Heretick Who when great Greshams spicy nest consum'd Though the immortal founder stood perfum'd In the rich Incense hug'd themselves to see Our Monarchs martyr'd in Effigie Now let them stare and startle at the sight And Bark as Curs do at the Moons fair light Let them not boast their Charls la Grand la Boon Great Brittain can outshine them both in One A Prince of far more gracious intents Then all thy Urbans Clements Innocents Upon whose head shall stand a Tripple Crown When thy grand Tyrants shall be tumbled down Still on our Thames shall noble Barges ride When Tyber to a Ditch shall shrink her pride Our Lions still are Rampant and our Rose Yields her friends sweetness prickles to our foes Our Citizens shall feast in their Guild-Hall And eat Geese Patrons of thy Capital Justice and Mercy now shall guard her store And her Mock-Giants she shall need no more Th' Exchange that Royal Infant shortly will Her own and forreign Language speak with skill And on that Acre the Noon S●n shall see All his long Travels in Epitomie We have our Newgate and old Tyburn too Ready to serve their Turns who turn to you Kind Heaven and all the Elements conspire And such conspiracy's we may desire To make our City fairer stronger higher The Sun gets up each morn at peep of day To oversee the Work and late doth stay Before he lets the Labourers retreat As if he undertook the work by th'Great The Earth gives clay the water moistens it The gentle Air tempers and makes it fit And then the fire as if it meant to make Full satisfaction and revenges take Upon it self though in a smother'd way As modest Thieves their injuries repay Works in the Brick-kilne works till it grow sick And fainting dyes leaving on every Brick And every Tyle a lasting Blush as who Would say for former Mischiefs this I do Nor doth the Sun alone the Work o're see But there is One as vigilant as he A Pious Loyal Wise Just May'r a Lord 〈…〉 Zerubbabel with awful sword 〈…〉 the Trowel whose sweet voice hath powers As Orpheus had to raise his T●eban Towers To make the teeming bowels of the earth Shoot up new Buildings by an easie birth He guards the Sab●aths with 〈◊〉 holy care And blesseth all the Week by that Dayes praye'r His Magistracy lies not in his Train His stately Steed his Scarlet or his Chain He and his Sword in Velvet fast asleep But watchful God's peace and the Kings to keep With a strict hand the Ballance he doth hold Trying the Cause how weighty not the Gold As he with Virtue meets or with Offence So do his looks or smiles or frowns dispence His smoother Chine carrying as grave a grace As the Diocesans well bearded face Boast on old Beldame Rome and brag Thou hast Thousands of Sons and Daughters pure and chast Yet thou shalt find for all their ●●ngle Lives But little Virgin Honey in their ●ives Those thievish Drones thy Fryars without wings Creep to thy Nuns and leave behind their stings Thou hast thy Joan's as well as Popes Fame sayes Thy Innocents have their Olimp●●●● But London which the Nuptia● Band allows And hates to lock her Virgins u● in Vows Can glory in her Batchelor Lord May'r Chast as the Dove though of the Ravens Hair The Widow City is his Spouse and He Cares for her Children and great Family Nor doth he stand although he lies alone He were a Phoenix if he were but One But as the Moon when she her progress goes The Court of Stars as her Attendants shows So when Beloved Turner please to call Great Troops of Batchelors adorn his Hall None male content and yet M●●e Virgins all On May's fifth day Oh t was a wondrous sight Three hundred Virgins Virgins day and night Virgins in Breeches Virgins all as true As she for whom Saint George the Dragon slew Some hoary old some young but all were chast Either above or underneath the wast None of them had they been in Scottish School Had grunted in the Penitential Stool None had they liv'd in times of Commutation Had pay'd a stone to Pauls for Fornication None from an Ordeal Tryal need to fly That Purgatory fire of Chastity None free of Creswel Colledge not a Man Need fear to meet a Nurse or some Trappan None of them all for ought the Poet knows Wears though anothers Hair anothers Nose My Lord himself and all his Guests I think In the same Cup might without danger drink Yet none if called lawfully but can Beget a Son may prove an Ald●rm●n These Sons of Peace and Sons of Mars if Charls Please to take notice of his Neighbours snarls Came not to shew their Valour in his Hall 〈…〉 Custard batter Pasty Wall 〈…〉 their Teeth or Kn●●●s were sharpest set To take the Red-coat-Lobst●●s by the back And with bold hands thei● clattering Armour crack But their chief errand was ●o pray he would Command their Persons a●● accept their Gold And if their Votes and m●●e were current He Should their Perpetual Dictator be But if the scarlet Sphere m●st turn about Though turning round makes giddy heads I doubt Yet his Exemplar Govern●ent shall stand And teach Successors how they should command A Virgin Queen and Bachelor Lord Mayor To England are as prosperous as rare She made the City love the Court and He The Court the City by his Loyalty He a wise Imitator of his King Finds Moderation is a Healing thing Oh if our Churches Ove●●●●●s would yeild And let poor Labourers co●e forth and build Such as Untempred Mortar dare not use Nor for Foundations straw and stubble chuse Though every stone across they do not lay But some work one and some another way Our New Jerusalem should 〈◊〉 behold Sion in glory though it wanted Gold Hard upon Hard no lasting work will make Nor can one Flint another kindly break But Moderation is a Cement sure 'T is that which makes the Universe endure That makes our Climate prove a temperate Zone Betwixt the Torrid and the Frigid One. If we all build up Pater-Noster-Row We may let Ave-Mary-Corner go Black and White Friars did together stand And may again if Wisdom might command If not I 'le say no more but this will swear Bedlam and Bishopsgate near Neighbours are Printed in the Year 1669.