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Art come? Oh Welcome my triumphant Lord, My Glories Sweetheart! how many millions Of happy wishes hath my love told out For this desired minute, I was dead Till I enjoyed the Presence, I saw nothing, A Blindness thicker then Idolatry, Clove to my Eye-bals, now I am all of Light, Of Fire, of Joy, Pleasure runs nimbly through me, Lets join together both in State and Triumph, And down with beggarly and friendless Virtue, That hath so long impoverished this fair City, My Beasts shall trample on her naked breast, Under my Chariot-wheels her Bones lie pressed, She never shall rise again, great Power this day, Is given into thy hand, make use on't Lord, And let thy Will and Appetite sway the Sword, Down with them all now, whom thy heart envies, Let not thy Conscience come into thine Eyes This twelvemonth, if thou lovest revenge or gain, I'll teach thee to cast mists, to blind the plain And simple eye of Man, he shall not know't, Nor see thy Wrath when it's upon his throat, All shall be carried with such Art and Wit, That what thy Lust Acts, shall be counted fit, Then for Attendants that may best observe thee, Il'e pick out Sergeants of my band to serve thee, Heres Gluttony and Sloth, two precious Slaves, Will tell thee more then a whole herd of Knaves, The worth of every Office to a Hair, And who bids most, and bow the Markets are, Let them alone to smell, and for a needs, They'll bring thee in Bribes for Measure and light Bred, Keep thy eye winking, and thy hand wide open, Then thou shalt know what Wealth is, and the scope Of rich Authority, Ho 'tis sweet and deer, Make use of Time then, thou'st but one poor Year, And that will quickly slide, then be not nice, Both Power and Profit cleaves to my Advice, And what's he locks his Ear from those sweet Charms, Or runs not to meet Gain with wide-stretch't Arms, There is a poor thin threadbare thing, called Truth, I give thee warning of her, if she speak Stop both thine ears close, most Professions break That ever dealt with her, and Unlucky thing, She's almost sworn to nothing, I can bring A thousand of our Parish, beside Queans, That never knew what Truth meant, nor ever means. Some I could cull out here, even in this Throng, If I would show my Children, and how strong I were in faction; 'ldsse poor simple Stray, She's all her life time finding out one way: Shee' as but one foolish way, straight on, right forward, And yet she makes a toil on't, and goes on With Care and Fear forfooth, when I can run Over a hundred with delight and pleasure, Backe-waies, and byways, and fetch in my Treasure After the wishes of my heart, by shifts, Deceits, and slights, and I'll give thee those gifts; I'll show thee all my corners yet untold, The very nooks where Beldames hide their gold, In hollow walls and chimneys, where the Sun Never yet shone, nor Truth came ever near, This of thy Life I'll make the golden year: Follow me then. Envy. Learn now to scorn thy Inferiors, those must love thee, And wish to eat their Hearts, that fit above thee. What, have my Sweete-fac'st Devils forsook me too, Nay, then my charms will have enough to do? This Time hath brought t'effect, for on thy Day Nothing but Truth and Virtue shall display: Their Virgin Ensigns, Infidelity, Barbarism and Guile shall in deep Darkness lie. Oh I could ever stand still thus, and gaze, Never turn Glass again; wish no more days So this might ever last, pity the Light Of this rich Glory must be cased in Night; But Time must on, I go, it's so decreed, To bless my Daughter Truth, and all her seed With Joys Immortal, Triumphs never ending: And as her Hand lifts me, to thy Ascending May it be always ready ( worthy Son ) To hasten which, my Hours shall quickly run, Seest thou you place, Saint Paul's Cross. thither I'll weekly bring thee, Where Truths celestial Harmony Thou shalt hear, To which I charge Thee bend a serious Ear: Lead on, Times swift Attendants. Heart of all the Fiends in Hell! Could her Beggarly Power expel Such a Thick and Poisonous Missed Which set Envies Snakes to twist; Up Monsters, was her Feeble Frown Of Force to strike my Officers down? Barbarism, Impudence, Lies, Ignorance, All your Hellbred Heads advance, And once again with Rotten Darkness shroud This Mount Triumphant, drop down sulphurous Cloud.