LONDON

NEptune! since thou hast been at all this pains, Not only with thy Tritons to supply me, But art thy self come from thy utmost Maines, To feast upon that Joy that's now so nigh me, To make our Loves the better understood, Silence thy Watery Subject, this small Flood. BY the timely Ebbs and Flows, That make thee famous to all those That must observe thy precious Tides That issue from our wealthy sides: Not a murmur, not a found, That may this Ladies Voice confound, And Tritons, who by our commanding power Attend upon the Glory of this Hour, To do it service, and the City Grace, Be silent, till we wave our silver Mace. ANd you our honoured Sons, whose Loyalty, Service, and zeal, shall be expressed of me, Let not your loving over-greedy Noise, Beguile you of the Sweetness of your Joys. My wish ha took effect, for never was known A greater Joy, and a more silent one. TReasure of hope, and Jewel of mankind, Richer, no Kingdoms peace did ever see; Adorned in Titles, but much more in mind, The loves of many thousands speak in me: Who, from that blessing of our peaceful store Thy Royal Father, hast received most free, Honours that wooed thy Virtues long before, And ever thy Time were capable of thee: Thou, whose most early goodness fixed in youth Do's promise comfort to the length of Time, As we on earth measure heavens works by truth, And things which Natural reason cannot climb: So, when we look into the Virtuous Aim Of thy Divine Addiction, we may deem By Rules of Grace, and Principles of Fame, What worth will be, now in so high esteem, And so betimes pursued; which thought upon, Never more cause this Land had to rejoice, But chiefly I, the City, that has known More of this good then any, and more choice: What a Fair Glorious Peace for many years, Has sung her sweet calms to the hearts of men? Enriched our homes, extinguished foreign fears, And at this hour begins her Hymns again: Live long, and happy, Glory of our days, And thy sweet Time marked with all fair presages, Since heaven is pleased in thy blessed life to raise, The Hope of these, and Joy of after Ages. Found Tritons, lift our loves up with his Fame, Proclaimed as far as Honour ha a Name. HOpe! now behold the Fullness of thy Good, Which thy sick comforts have expected long, And thou sweet Peace the Harmony of this flood, Look up, and see the Glory of thy Song.