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B01472 An address to my Lord Mayor. 1672 (1672) Wing A564; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[59] 1,023 1

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An Address to my Lord Mayor MY mobbl'd Muse on such Gay dayes Turns up her hoods to shew her face And can no more forbear to write Than can the Vulgar keep from sight Although not oft I write in Rhime My Muse must have her Teeming time And no longer might she tarry Since this day is her Ann'versary Th' impatient Crow'd that thrust and hunch And Nuts must crack or plumb-cake munch Until long-look'd-for Shew pass by To cram their ever-greedy eye This way some few may be supply'd That Pence can spare for this Cheap-side 'T is true it will not stuff their Guts Nor is here Wit to crack like Nuts Noe yee as easie on 't may nabble As he that reads Poor Robins rabble 'T is not fit task here to expound Like Jack of All-Trades turning round To point out Pageants one by one Like Puppet shew of Whittington To tell which late were Liv'ry Sachellers And which ere new become Budg-Batchellors Nor yet 'bout Streamers to make sport Like Drayton in his Agincourt When I might tell you somewhat stranger Which might prevent you too from danger Of Gyants Satyrs and Wild men Such as ha'nt bin the Lord knowes when But if I should by Tale prevent yee What after comes wou'd scarce content yee For if fine things we too much praise When seen they prove to great allayes What means this Rhimer then faith no harm I have 'em prove a powerful charm To keep quiet then until Children of Cheap-side sit yee all still And mind the fire works while I My self more soberly apply To the Right Honorable Sir Robert Hanson Lord Mayor of the City of London IF from the PEN there any praise be due Unto mens merits than how much to You What need I flourish than t' adorne a Name So fairely written in the scrow'l of Fame Whose Noverint universi may suffice To set your Virtues forth to all mens eyes While you the honour of the Pen assume And I the leave to sing Vive le Plume The Month of your Election to your State Bears Libra's badge best for a Magistrate Whose influence we trust will never slack T' attend you through your Twelve moneths zodiack Humility and goodness free from pride Like your two Sheriffs attend you on each side Which to your Triumphs adds a greater grace Observ'd by all to whom you turn your Face May you improve the Pittance of your time So as beyond all president to climb That when your faithful Sword you back surrender You may be styl'd Londons true Rights defender And still our KING as oft as he shall deign To grace the Triumphs of the entring Reign Of every years Lord Mayor may please his eyes To view his Cities growing glory rise To such a pitch of splendour and renown That times to come mayn't mourn its Burning down 〈…〉 at the Sun and Bible in the Poultry 1672.