CHESTER

Hail sage Spectators, hail ye reverend Sire's, Hail younger Brutus's, whose worth self Worth admires. Whose ardent Loves both to the place, and us, Constrains our Loves to entertain ye thus. Welcome ten thousand times ye blissful criew, Whose light lends luster to the vulgar view. Whose several virtues, linked with several Graces, Deserves the Best, of our best Loves embraces. The Roman Curtius Rome's great Favourite, (Whose daring Death did her from scathe acquit) Was never more Welcome to the Romans sights, Then are your selves, to these our choice delights. To which kind purpose our desire intends To entertain you as our fastest friends, With such Olympian sports as shall approve Our Best devotion, and sincearest Love. Such entertain as best beseems your Ranks, We'll strive to give you with our heartiest thanks. And so, to please your nicer appetietes, We'll feast your pains with Pleasures honeyed Sweets. The rarest viands Choice it self affords, Shall over abound upon our bounteous boards, And in the amid of all our Jovial solace, We'll suck sweet Nectar from the Paps of Pallas. We'll cozen France of those delicious Vines, Where-hence they drain their brain-enchanting Wines To cheer our hearts, and make you frolic so As you shall swim in joy, though sunk in woe. We'll Banquet you with such variety Of dulcet Fruits, whose sweet Satiety Shall seem so pleasing; as it shall entice The Gods themselves to surfeit on their juice. Our best Pavilions, in their best attire, Remonstrate shall how much we do desire, To satisfy your Expectations eyes, With all that Art can possibly devise. We'll pave our Streets, with that Eye-pleasing sand, Which is of pour whole Kingdoms to command: And for your more delight perfume we will The Air: nay, it sweet Airs shall overfill. Our verdant Pastures three piled green in grain Shall wear, to honour so your entertain. And round about the Meadows as ye go, For peeping flowers the Grass shall scarcely show What may be done, and willing hearts can do Shall be effected with advantage too. We'll furrow up those petty hills or heights, That lie but in the way of our delights: And with the Surplus of this surquedry, Fill up the places that too lowly lie Within the list or prospect of that place, Assigned this Triumph and triumphant Raze. What ever our more then strained vtmost-All, Can possibly perform; perform we shall.