Cheapsides Triumphs, and Chyrones Crosses Lamentation.  
To the tune of the Building.  

 

SEe the guilding  
Of Cheapsides famous building  
the glorious Cross,  
Trimmed up most fairly,  
With gold most rarely,  
refined from dross:  
A pleasing prospect to all beholders,  
that shall but view it,  
and lately knew it  
Defaced of beauty,  
but now a sumptuous thing:  
Whose praise and wonder  
Fame abroad doth ring.   

Tricked most neatly  
With cost completely  
adorned most rare,  
Who●e shining beauty,  
Shows the City's duty  
and tender care:  
To preserve their rich & sumptuous buildings,  
in stately manner,  
such cost upon her  
they bestow with honour,  
Such is the love they bear  
which now is seen  
By Cheapside glistering fair.   

The Cross there placed,  
Is now much graced,  
that it may be known,  
How well the City,  
With care and pity,  
respects her own:  
Brave Citizens of worthy London,  
such love they owe it,  
and now they show it,  
freely bestow it  
Upon their City fair,  
with Cheapside Crosse  
There's none can make compare.   

Search England over,  
From hence to Dover,  
and so about,  
The like to Cheapside,  
Fair London's chief pride,  
you'll not find out:  
Newly beautified most neat and fairly,  
all may admire,  
and still desire,  
to gaze up higher,  
To see the glorious state  
of this rare building,  
Raised up v●ry late.   

O sight most blessed,  
To see Cheapside dressed,  
in stately manner:  
May you persever  
In love for ever,  
'tis for your honour,  
To see your Cross excel in shining  
all Cross●s elsewhere,  
to this comes not near,  
now trimmed most rare:  
And glorious to behold,  
whose shining bravery  
Glistereth all of gold.   

This golden splendour  
Makes all men wonder,  
to see Cheapside:  
In sumptuous manner  
For London's honour,  
and 〈◊〉 beside:  
Put down f●ire Oxfordshires' chief beauty  
Abing●ons fair Cross  
was never graced thus,  
as is bright Cheaps Cross,  
Now shining fair and bright,  
whose excellent splendour  
Gives the city light.    

The second part,  
To the same tune.  

KInd friend's pray turn ye,  
With grief now mourn ye,  
to behold and see  
An ancient building  
Now downwards yielding,  
ah woe is me:  
The proverb here is verified truly,  
old things are worth nought,  
but that's a bad thought,  
for to forget aught  
Once esteemed dear,  
But yet alesse  
Too ●rue appears.   

In lamentation,  
I make my supplication  
to great and small,  
That erst have viewed me,  
And now perused me,  
then judge withal,  
That ancient things in these days are  
more is the pity  
that such a city,  
so wise and witty,  
Should not regard their fame,  
censure ●right,  
Then tell me where's the blame.   

I long have stood h●re,  
Marry bad and good year,  
pining away,  
Expecting ever,  
But I fear never  
to see the day  
Wherein my state again sh●ll be advanced,  
and all things made good,  
of stone or else wood,  
where I h●ue long stood,  
Expecting ●uery day  
I should be once again  
Made neat and gay.   

Thou wert a dear one,  
Old noble Chiron,  
that placed me here,  
My first supporter  
Of stone and mortar,  
was seated ●are:  
But now you see my top is downward bending  
my state is reeling,  
none hath a feeling  
to my appealing,  
That now in sad distress  
to court and city  
My sad woes do express.   

Some honest Courtier  
Be my Supporter,  
I now entreat,  
Some Lord or Barrone,  
Pity old Chyrone,  
ere it be t●o late,  
For now my state you see is down declining  
my ancient building,  
is downward yielding,  
In woeful manner  
I wail my wretched state,  
Oh pity soon, for fear it be too late,   

In time I crave it,  
And fain would have it,  
for mercy's sake,  
Take thou some pity,  
Fair London City,  
my foundation make,  
Aged Paul's and I may wail together  
and pray to heaven  
all may be even,  
and gifts be given  
By charitable men,  
to beautify  
Our buildings fair again.    
FINIS.   

Printed for F. Coules, at the upper end of the Old Bailie.