A speech made to the Lord General Monck, at Clotheworkers Hall in London the 13. of March, 1659. at which time he was there entertained by that vvorthie companie. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A87369 of text R211877 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.24[8]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 7 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A87369 Wing J1065 Thomason 669.f.24[8] ESTC R211603 ESTC R211877 99870315 99870315 163739 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A87369) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163739) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f24[8]) A speech made to the Lord General Monck, at Clotheworkers Hall in London the 13. of March, 1659. at which time he was there entertained by that vvorthie companie. Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?, attributed name. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1660] Anonymous. By Thomas Jordan. Verse - "Nay, then let me come too with my Addresse,". Imprint from Wing. Annotation on Thomason copy: "March 8 1659". Reproduction of the originals in the British Library. eng Albemarle, George Monck, -- Duke of, 1608-1670 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A87369 R211877 (Thomason 669.f.24[8]). civilwar no A speech made to the Lord General Monck, at Clotheworkers Hall in London the 13. of March, 1659. at which time he was there entertained by t [Jordan, Thomas] 1660 915 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-09 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-09 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A SPEECH MADE TO THE Lord General MONCK , AT Clotheworkers Hall in London The 13. of March , 1659. at which time he was there entertained by that VVorthie Companie . NAy , then let me come too with my Addresse , Why mayn't a Rustick promise , or professe His good Affection t' you ? Why not declare His Wants ? How many , and how great they are ? And how you may supply them ? Since you may See our Hearts mourn , although our Clothes be gray . Great Hero of three Nations ! Whose Bloud springs From pious and from pow'rfull Grandsire Kings ; With whose Bloud-Royal you 've enrich'd your veyns , And by continu'd Policy and Pains Have equall'd all their Glory ; So that now Three Kingless Scepters to your Feet do bow , And court Protection , and Allyance too ; And what Great men still reach'd at stoups to you . But you 're too truly Noble to aspire By Fraud or Force to Greatness ; or t' acquire Scepters and Crowns by Robbery , or base And wilfull breach of Trusts , and Oaths , nor place Your Happinesse in avished Dominion , Whose Glory's only founded in opinion ; Attended still with danger , fear , and doubt , And fears within , worse than all those without . You must still watch and fear , and think , and must Lose all Content to gratifie one Lust , Should you invade the Throne , or aym at Pelf , Throw down three Nations to set up your self ; Kings are but royal Slaves , and Prisoners too , They alwaies toyl , and alwaies guarded go . You are for making Princes , and can find No work proportion'd to your Pow'r , and mind , But Atlas-like to bear the World , and be The great Restorer of the Liberty Of three long captiv'd Kingdoms who were thrown By others strong Delusions , and their own Misguided zeal , to do and suffer what Their very Souls now grieve and tremble at , Debauch'd by those they thought would teach & rule 'um , Who now , they find did ruine and befool 'em . Our meanings still were honest , for alas ! We never dream't of what 's since come to pass ; 'T was never our intent to violate The setled Orders of the Church or State , To throw down Rulers from their lawfull Seat , Merely to make ambitious small things great , Or to subvert the Laws ; but we thought then The Laws were good if manag'd by good men ; And so we do think still , and find it true , Old Laws did more good , and less harm than New ; And 't was the Plague of Countries and of Cities , When that great-belly'd House did spawn Committees . We fought not for Religion , for 't is known , Poor men have little , and some great Ones none ; Those few that love it truly , do well know , None can take 't from us , where we will or no . Nor did we fight for Laws , nor had we need , For if we had but Gold enough to feed Our taking Lawyers , we had Laws enough , Without addressing to the Sword , or Buff. Nor yet for Liberties ; for those are things Have cost us more in Keepers , than in Kings . Nor yet for Peace ; for if we had done so , The Souldiers would have beat us long ago ; Yet we did fight , and now we see for what , To shufle mens Estates ; those Owners that Before these wars , could call Estates their own , Are beaten out by others , that had none . Both Law and Gospel overthrown together , By those who ne're believ'd in , or lov'd either . Our truth , our trade , our peace , our wealth , our freedom , And our full Parliaments , that did get , and breed 'um , Are all devour'd , and by a Monster fell , Whom none , but you , could satisfie , or quell . You 're great , you 're good , you 're valiant , & you 're wise , You have Briarius hands , and Argus eyes ; You are our English Champion , you 're the true St. George for England , and for Scotland too . And though his Storie's question'd much by some . Where true , or false , this Age , and those to come , Shall for the future find it so far true , That all was but a Prophecy of you ; And all his great and high Atchievements be Explain'd by you in this Mythologie . Herein you 've far out done him , he did fight But with one single Dragon : but by your might A Legion have been tam'd , and made to serve The People , whom they meant t' undo and starve . In this you may do higher , and make fame , Immortalize your celebrated name , This Ages glory , wonder of all after , If you would free the Son , as he the Daughter . FINIS .