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A80342 A congratulatory address to the right honourable Sir William Ashurst, upon his election to the mayoralty of London 1693 (1693) Wing C5816A; ESTC R230218 967 2

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A Congratulatory ADDRESS To the Right Honourable Sir William Ashurst Vpon His Election to the Mayoralty of London 5. Octob. 1693. WHen to Wreath'd Heads we hearty Homage pay 'T is only when we Love where we Obey 'T is by that kind Advance her Heart secur'd You mount Augusta's dear Commanding Lord. Nor can You nobler mount Lov'd did I say So the Great WILLIAM holds th' Imperial Sway. As He His Scepter You 'll Your Fasces bear And Copying from Original so fair What Lustre Your proud Dignity must crown To make the Chair a Copy from the Throne So fair a Trust lodg'd in that Worthy Hand A Goodness that shall Lead more than Command How high her Head shall cherisht Virtue hold And Industry shall spin a Thred of Gold Whilst such True Worth the Praetor's Robe shall wear Betwixt the Joys shall wait You to the Chair And th' universal Prayers shall leave You there In Your High Seat we will not only Sing The Honour that You meet but That You bring Yes Sir the long attesting World has found An ample Proof of Virtue so renown'd For in its Height when Arbitrary Sway The Proud Ascendant held and rul'd the Day ' Mongst Thousand truckling Necks each couching Slave Undaunted Ashurst still more nobly Brave To th' uplift Idol Oh! the Sordid Thought Nor Bending Knee nor Playing Timbrell brought The common Popular Cry that Noisie Crowd Whose Talent's to think little and talk loud Can make an Abdicated Foe their Mark So ev'ry little Village Curr can bark The Bolder Ashurst better knew to dare The baying Lyon than the flying Hare Give me that Rooted Truth Patriots so kind As not to shake at every threatning Wind Whom nor Court-Blasts nor low'ring Frowns controul For Constancy is Virtue 's Life and Soul So the fair Lawrel bears her Head above The sapless Trunks of Autumn's naked Grove With Her unblasted Greens still Verdant grows When Summer smiles or the bleak Winter blows Change is the Off-spring of Degenerate Fear The Servile Badge that Coward Spirits bear That abject Name brave Ashurst ever scorn'd With Merits so Enrich'd and so Adorn'd Around Your Gates what thronging Crowds must wait To hail You Sir to Your Praetorian State Nor ' mongst Your Worthier Homagers disdain T' admit the humbler Muses in Your Train So Rich a Mark for the whole Nine You stand That Fertile Glebe all the fair Muses Land Besides they wait You by 'a Domestick Claim For Wit 's the Herauld to a Glorious Name The Tributary Trump of Your Just Fame We find the Notes but You the Subject bring Honour that tunes the Musick which We sing Thus whilst Our Garlands at Your Feet are thrown The Roses and the Sweets are all Your own London Printed for R. Hayhurst in Little-Britain 1693.