THE GLORY OF THE WEST OR, The Tenth Renowned Worthy, and most heroic CHAMPION of this British ISLAND. Being an unparalleled Commemoration of GENERAL MONCK'S coming towards the CITY of LONDON.  

TO unperplex the Riddles of our State,  
And to discover t'us our hidden part,  
Welcome (we cry) Welcome to George the Great,  
A joyful sight to see.   

Not like the Macedons impatient sword,  
That solved the doubt tied in the Gordean Cord,  
Great George doth time proportion due afford,  
A joyful, &c.   

Wisdoms great pattern bred at Bellones breast,  
Prudence and Valour joined in one Rest,  
No more St. George shall be but George the blessed,  
A joyful, &c.   

As Cesar did the affrighted Boat-man learn,  
When he sat trembling at the stinking stern,  
My fates embarked that does the world concern,  
A joyful, &c.   

So the wracked Vessel of the state distressed,  
With heaven's angry blasts, now seeks for rest,  
From the Favonian Gales of George o'th' West,  
A joyful, &c.   

His great excelling merits in the Scale,  
Of our raised hope, nor shall the angry tail,  
Of any Comet 'gainst our peace prevail,  
A joyful, &c.   

Another Fabius, whose wise delays,  
(Like a misty morn, guilt with the sun's noond-rayes)  
Have crowned him with the Glorious bays,  
A joyful, &c.   

He that has marched quite three Kingdoms o'er,  
Subdued his great mind for to make them four,  
The signs to bring peace and plenty to our Door,  
A joyful &c.   

Let all ancient Glory then be a Romance,  
Let old fame, and crazed Time, lie in a Trance,  
Nothing new but honey Soit qui mal y pense,  
A joyful, &c.   

This is the Noble Champion of the Garter,  
The great Defender of the Magna Charter,  
The sovereign good come from the Northern Quarter  
A joyful, &c.   

To settle a Nation without any blows,  
To break down the Fridge of another Nose,  
To do what all wish, but nobody knows.  
A joyful, &c.   

To complete a Design without any noise.  
To amuse the Loud cry of Vive le Roys,  
And sport all a long with your Commonwealth toys,  
A joyful, &c.   

But all the grand Hero's and wise ones together,  
None had such advantage of Wine and Weather,  
'Tis true he's sprung of a Princely Feather,  
A joyful, &c.   

Where shall we begin his trophies to raise?  
Or when shall we make an end of his praise?  
The blessing and honour and joy of these days.  
A joyful, &c.   

The untamed Scot (before his glorious time)  
Has made t'expiate their treacherous crime,  
They own him sole conqueror of that clime,  
A joyful, &c.   

His great and most powerful Influence,  
Has restrained them in their obedience,  
As if they owned the viceroy of their Prince,  
A joyful &c.   

The shifting Irish beyed his great command,  
The slaughtered Dutch, yet rolling on the sand,  
Crave a reflux, to keep them from his hand,  
A joyful, &c.   

Thrice did he Victory over them repeat,  
And the almost wearied State were forced to treat,  
To save them from a final last defeat,  
A joyful, &c.   

Whether we conque'rd are, or must submit,  
By his all-powerful hand to them that sit,  
We are sure to be eased of our present fit,  
A joyful, &c.   

What if great George should come to the city,  
And in all your good humours should presently fit ye,  
As I hope he will do; else more is the pity,  
A joyful sight to see.    

London, Printed for Charles Gustavus.