[...] OR AN ELOGIUM Consecreated to the Right Honourable Sir Robert Viner Lord Mayor of the most Ancient and most Flourishing EMPORIUM of the World the Honourable City LONDON For this Prsent Year 1694
GReat Wise, and Pollitick, to you it is,
The Lord of
Albions rich
Metropolis:
To you, our matchless Parents Eldest Son
And you, great Senators, of this new
Rome
[...]from
Apollo's lofty Mount am sent
With
Bayes to Crown your civill Government:
From whose more wise than
Greek, or
Roman Souls,
Laws Stand prescrib'd to the Remotest poles.
In each of you, this day, seems to take rest
A
Solous Soul, and deep
Lycurgus Brest,
Comprising in your
Sage Election,
The Epitome of their perfection;
In framing which, Nature, and Prudence both
Combin'd, his better
Genius to set forth
This
Jubely (by an excess of Joy
Transported) to Reiterate, this day
Our Antient Citty, Just and unanimous,
Doth consecrate her self, to you, her Spouse,
Commanding me, in verse to entertaine
You, and your
Senatorial-Scarlet traine.
Behold, her Houshold Gods presented stand,
At every door ready at your command,
And richest Chariots (as in Triumph) croud,
Whilst Streets are fill'd with acclamations lowd.
S
[...]e how the Silver-Flooded
Thames del
[...]ghts
To Ty
[...] you in; Proud of her glorious freights,
Swell's and grows bigge: whilst, in a greatful traine;
Each Vess
[...]l ploughs her fresh and curled Maine.
Here fiery
Mars, breaths from his Iron lungs
In thundring Tones, smart
Sulphur-uttering Songs;
There from his Brasty, thin, and warbling
Throate,
A softer straine, and more melodious Note.
The
Western-Minster first, by their command,
Saint
Martin next, then
Clement in the
Stand:
Southern Saint
Mary, on the other side,
And Dunston by the
Temple; as you glide,
All, with a lowd but pleasant
Musick Note
Ring in your welcome Golden-Stemmed Boat.
And when arriv'd, Repleat with aged paine,
Decrepid
Paul, tinkles his portick straine,
Troubled that younger Steeples should out-vy
Him, in their Lowd and lofty Harmony
Yet
Phoenix like, i'th ruines of his fire,
(The only relique of that Heavenly
Ire)
Hatch'd your Zeal, he hopes in better shape
From older Obsequies new birth to take.
Old aged Father
Lud, next leads you on
To
[...]eat you in his Cituation:
Gear
C
[...]arles his Monument amaz'd to see,
And
Lumbards Temple, lately built by thee:
Whole multitudes on each side crowd the way.
To view their Father; and observe his day;
Not much unlike to that Elated glory,
Read in the
Roman, or
Athenian Story;
Who, when the Body politique, made choice
Of Emperours; clean'd to the publick voice,
And by that universall acclamation
Establish'd Governours to rule each Nation;
Justice presents you with het ballance Blind:
But justly equall as your upright mind:
And whilst, severity, to temperate
With her and sweet Harmony, you moderate,
In mercifull, and yet in even Zeale,
VVith this, you strike the stroake, with that, you heale
Diviter[?]
[...] your peerles
[...] piety
The sober
Citizens, your Charity,
The Court, and Camp, by you have favour had
The good a Crown, their Just reward the bad,
Your prudent wisdome bears an equal share
VVith
Fortitude: when Judge of all you are:
For this gives courage, whilst the other stands
Firme in resolving to dispence commands.
Here Crowning Vertue, there correcting Vice,
You, in this bounty, in that Auarice,
Check, and encourage; with an open hand,
Feeding the needy which before you stand,
So are your laws by prudence fortifi'd.
By Mercy, Zeal, and Justice magnifi'd:
In Vertuous Vigilancy limitless,
In Charity, and bounty Fathomless,
Go on, Great
Prator then, thus qualifi'd
VVith morall Vertues, and thus ratifi'd
VVith Reasons laws: Go on undaunted, stout:
And steer this Citty's helme your Course throughout:
Live, whilst your Monuments to
Church, and
King
In mortall stand: may after Ages sing
Your glorious deeds: and Poets more divine
(Fill'd with the
Juice that flow's from your rich
Vine)
Whole Volumes write, and deck with Golden veine
Of their rich Verse, and Silver
Muses straine,
That when cold Fate shall close your mortall Eyes,
And Angells guard your Soul to Paradise,
Bright
Albiones chronicles with matchless fame
M'Embalme th'Story, of your Immortall Name.
‘Sic vaticinatur appre
[...]aturque Poeta’
And your Lordships most Humble and most Obedient Servant
E. S
⟨i e. Elkanah Settle.⟩