ENGLAND'S JOY, FOR LONDON'S LOYALTY; Expressed in so freely furnishing His Sacred MAJESTY'S Occasions, To the great Joy of all Loyal Subjects.  
Hark, hark, how loud the Golden Trump of Fame  
Throughout the Universe sounds LONDON's Name;  
Renowned Metropolis, whose Ancient Glory  
Receives new Lustre from the present Story;  
Not to be heard, without an Admiration,  
As would incite all City's Emulation.  
Her Peace, Strength, Plenty, Government, at Home,  
Already sounds throughout all Christendom:  
Abroad, her Trade, and Traffic daily swells,  
'Mong Christians, Turks, Barbarians, Insidels.  
But Fame of London's Loyalty, shall run  
No shorter Circuit, than the Glorious Sun;  
Shall all the Earth surround with such a Praise,  
That Everlasting Monuments shall raise,  
Where Legibly, Posterity may read  
With what Alacrity she served her HEAD.  
Obedience so exact, appearing still  
The Counterpart unto her Sov'raigns' Will;  
His Royal Pleasure known, in every Street  
Her Strength, her Treasure prostrate at His Feet;  
Not squeezed by Taxes out, There needs no more  
But Prince's Smile, to open all her Store.  
So free Contribute All, Each Company  
Ambitious to devote a Treasury,  
To Service of His MAJESTY; From whence  
Whole Nation tasting happy Influence.  
So large, so free this Loan, this City tenders,  
●ets value on the SUM, More on the Lender's:  
Nor can We reach how high the Estimation,  
But by our Sov'raigns' Gracious Acceptation.  
Like Precedent, no former Ages tell,  
'Twill honour future TIMES to parallel.  
How pleasant Sight, to view the Harmony  
'Twixt LONDON's Duty, and her Loyalty?  
How well her Actions, with Profession suits,  
Of True Reformed Religion, shows the Fruits;  
The Laws and Gospel's Precepts thus obeys,  
Fears God, whilst honours Him, the Sceptre sways:  
How well these Retributions do express  
Her Sense of Prince's Merits, ask no less.  
That thus these Channels flow, late drained so dry,  
All Thanks to Heaven restored right Monarchy;  
And therewithal a KING, of whose wise Care  
London's Commerce partakes so deep a share:  
Long may She boast, with such a Prince is blessed,  
Long may HE Joy, of City such possessed:  
Inseparably may this UNION last,  
By Love's Reciprocal, still knit more fast:  
To mutual Comforts Both, whence Joy extends  
To Native Subjects, and to neighbouring Friends;  
But shall a Terror strike among our Foes,  
Shall Both (since cannot One alone) oppose.  
May dread to meet a CHARLES, who, with the Nine  
So famous Worthies, shall for ever shine,  
Assisted by this City, shall not want  
Old Carthage, Rome, nor Troy, in Troynovant.  
Long may it flourish thus, at Home beloved,  
Renowned abroad, whilst feared, yet approved:  
All Confluence of Blessings on it flow,  
May never by their Want their Value know.  
Still may She grow more Good, more Wise, more Great,  
More rich, more strong, till every way complete:  
Still may She 'bide secure, by heavens Defence,  
From Sword, from Famine, and from Pestilence.  
No Fire consume her Buildings, nor (what's worse)  
Rebellion, Schism, Faction, prove her Curse.  
But as She grows more Populous, may Peace  
And Concord, still within her Walls increase:  
Her Citizens here blessed, till shall remove  
To New Jerusalem, and dwell Above:  
Whilst Sun and Moon endures, may never This  
Be said; Thus Happy LONDON was, but Is▪   

With ALLOWANCE.   

LONDON, Printed for the AUTHOR, 1664.