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I see amazement set upon the faces Of these white people, wonderings, and strange gazes, Is it at me? do's my Complexion draw So many Christian Eyes, that never saw A King so black before? no, now I see Their entire object, there all meant to thee (Grave City Governor) my Queen and I Well honoured with the Glanees that by, I must confess many wild thoughts may rise, Opinions, Common murmurs, and fixed Eyes At my so strange arrival, in a Land Where true Religion and her Temple stand: I being a Moor, ethen in Opinions lightness As far from Sanctity as my Face from whiteness; But I forgive the Iudgings of unwise, Whose Censures ever quicken in their Eyes, Only begotten of outward form and show, And I think meet to let such Censurers Know, How ever Darkness dwells upon my Face, Truth in my soul sets up the Light of Grace; And though in days of Error I did run To give all Adoration to the Sun, The Moon & Stars; nay Creatures base and poor, Now only their Creator I adore: My Queen and People all, at one time won, By the Religious Conversation Of English Merchant's, Factors, Travellers, Whose Truth did with our Spirits hold Commerse As their affairs with us, following their path We all were brought to the true Christian Faith: Such benefit in good Example dwells, It oft hath power to convert Infidels; Nor could our Desires rest, till we were led Unto this place, where those good Spirits were bred; And see how we arrived, in Blessed Time, To do that Mihresse Service, in the Prime Of these her Spotless Triumphs, and t'attend That Honourable Man, her Late sworn Friend. If any wonder at the safe Arrive Of this small Vessel, which all Wethers driven According to their Rages, where appears Nor Mariner nor Pilot (arm'd' gainst fears) Know this came hither from men guidance free, Only by Truth Steered; as our Souls must be; And see where one of her fair Temples stands, Do Reverence, Moors, bow low, and Kiss your hands, Behold our Queen.
Plot summary
Plot — The Triumphs of Truth
Upon taking office, the new Lord Mayor is greeted by an old woman claL" 'lling to be his mother: she represents London. and is delighted with his new eminence; she u.rges him to govern well. After a.journey on the river, he meets Truth's angel, who warns him that Error intends to tempt him on his way _to the city. Error encourages hlln to abandon virtue and spend his year in office ruling according to his own will and appetite, taking bribes and pursuing private vendettas. Zeal beats back Error and Truth arrives to claim the Lord Mayor's allegiance. She has brought the King of the Moors to England: he was· once a sun-worshipper, but now truth has ousted .error and he has learned to worship the sun's creator instead. Truth uses her fan to dispel the mists hiding the glorious Mount Triumphant, revealing London and the virtues sitting on it. Error is furious and repeatedly restores the mist every time Truth dears it. Eventually, Time is about to cut the_performance short with his scythe, but Truth stops him: she has one last admonition for the Lord Mayor. vVith Truth's permission, fire streaks from Zeal's head and incinerates Error's chariot.