A Congratulatory Poem ON His R. H's Entertainment in the City.  
I Llustrious Prince, Heroical and Great,  
Royal by Birth, with every Grace complete.  
Wisdom and Virtue both adorn that Breast,  
Framed for the Nations public Interest.  
At your Approach Joy sits on every brow:  
Know, S r, the City doth esteem you now.  
Loyalty so long banished from this Place,  
Returns with greater Splendour, sweeter Grace.  
The late dark Clouds of Ignorance are gone,  
And Faction that so spurred the Rabble on.  
Popular Cheats appear in open view,  
And men begin to love their Prince and you.  
A Caesar's brother now hath Justice done,  
And shines more bright than the unclouded Sun.  
To you next him we will our Tribute pay,  
Scourge the dull Rout and teach them to obey.  
I make a Present of our Youngsters Hearts,  
Who'll die e'er they'll submit to Traitors Arts.  
Successive Rights we with our Bloods will own,  
'Gainst all Associators of the Town,  
Those Crack-brained Elves that levelly at the Crown.  
Kingdoms and Thrones, Hereditary are,  
Heaven hath decreed it and shall Mortals bare  
To contradict what is determined there?  
No, we know better things, but till that day  
We'll for your Health and Safety, hourly pray.   

LONDON: Printed for Joanna Brome, 1682.