THE Triumphs of London. Performed on Monday, Octob. 30th. 1693. FOR THE Entertainment of the Right Honourable Sir William Ashurst, Knight, LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON. CONTAINING A True Description of the several Pageants; with the Speeches Spoken on each Pageant. All set forth at the proper Costs and Charges of the WORSHIPFUL COMPANY of Merchant-Taylors. Together with The Festival SONGS for His Lordship and the Companies Diversion. By E. S. Published by Authority. LONDON, Printed by I Orme; And are to be Sold by Benjamin Johnson, near St. Paul's Churchyard: 1693. To the RIGHT HONOURABLE Sir William Ashurst, Knight, LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON. MY LORD, IN the present Solemnity of Your Lordship's Inauguration; never was Entry made to that fair Post of Honour, under more Expectations than from Your Lordship, nor more Confidence of seeing those Expectations answered. 'Tis not only the more unthinking Crowd of Homagers, those cheaper Lips, salute You; but Judgement and Sense have their Eyes fixed upon You, as fully satisfied that You bring those ample Qualifications for Our Metropolitan Royal Representative, that never Chaplet more fitted the Brow that wears it. And as no little Illustration to the eminent Figure that so much Worth must make, I may justly say of Your Lordship, That Authority as it never approached a Fairer, so it never entered under a more Prideless Roof than Your Lordship's. For never certainly was Power more affable, nor Command more familiar. Your State and Your Regalia wait You no farther than Your Chair; which more troublesome formal Attendants of Office are instantly dismissed, and Your more genuine softer Train, all Your Sweetnesses of Conversation, and the condescending Graces of Courtesy, Goodness and Humanity are called in as Your gentler and nearer Menials. And to all these there runs that Bravery of Spirit through You; a Glory so particularly Your own, that in all the Knees that bend before You, You give an occasion to Thank wherethey Pray. Your Lordships more generous Goodness is not worshipped by empty Gazers only, but by a more sensible Zeal and Devotion. But not to instance the acknowledgements of Duty and Gratitude, the Addresses and Panegyrics You receive where You have bestowed Smiles and showered Favours: Those are no more than the payment of Debts that are owing You; and Greatness and Power every day meet such Homage. No, my Lord, Your Lordship's Virtue soars a pitch yet higher, a Virtue so attractive, as creates You Votaries at a much farther distance: For Your Lordship has reached a Character so universally Grateful, that You are every where honoured, even where you never obliged. And indeed 'tis no more than the Common Justice of mankind to pay that Esteem to so noble and public spirited a Principle as Your Lordship's; Your Lordship, that think Yourself made for the World, as well as the World for You, and consequently (not like too many rising Favourites of Fortune that look no higher than home; to be Rich to themselves, and Poor to all mankind besides,) You make it an equal, if not larger part of Your Ambition to hoard a fair Name as well as a fair Mass to leave behind You. But in all Your Personal Accomplishments to furnish out the Magistrate, Your Lordship's innate Gallantry and Honour are in a high measure owing to Your Generous Extract, and as Generous Education, Derivative from Your Veins, and sucked in from Your Cradle: Your Lordship that possibly has that extraordinary Advantage, that Additional Weight in your Scale, a Blazon so rare, or at least not in every City Coat, as to descend from that fair Original, the Ashursts of Ashurst, a Family that brought in the Gentility in their Blood, and the Normand Fleur de Lis' in their Scutcheon, with the First Great William; and have ever since continued in that unbroken Chain both of Fortune and Reputation, as has trod as near the Heels of Nobility as any First Rank Gentry in England. And as one Honourable Derivative more of Your Lordship's, Your Ancestors have been constant Assertors and Champions of Religion and Virtue, Witness Your Lordship's Uncle in the Reign of King Charles the First, who then High Sheriff of Lancashire, had the hardy Christian Courage as to lay a Criminal by the Heels for the violation of the Sabbath day, though a Transgressor in that kind and at that time within the Verge of Privilege, under the Umbrage and Protection of the then newly published Metropolitan Canterbury Licence and Authority. But whilst my weak Oratory, the meanest Trumpet of a Renown so conspicuous, is only repeating of what all Tongues are already filled with; I beseech You to believe, That this Epistle is not addressed to the Right Honourable Your Lordship; but the Right Worthy, Sir William; not any tributary Devoir to the Greatness You wear for a Year, but the great Soul You wear always. For as Your Lordship's present Dignity is not presented You as a Gift, but paid You as a Reward; under that consideration, to level at the true Object of our Veneration, we must look beyond the Robe You wear, to the Merit that put it on. For the Foundation of True Honour, is like that of the Pyramid: The Basis is always larger than the Pinnacle that Crowns it. 'Tis in that capacity, as both an Honour to the City, and an Ornament to Your Country, I Congratulate Your Lordship's Accession to Your Praetorian Chair, and our proud Metropolis' Happiness in such a Member, and such a Magistrate, being with no little Pride, MY LORD, Your Lordship's Most Devoted and most Obedient Servant. E. SETTLE. TO THE HONOURABLE COMPANY OF Merchant-Taylors. Gentlemen, WHEN I address to You as Merchant-Taylors, that very Name alone, without my particular Survey of the collected Body of so Honourable a Company, is enough to take up no little part both of my Speculation and Veneration. For do we visit the utmost Reach and Extents of Land and Sea: make the very boundless Ocean a Tributary to the narrower Thames, and bring home the Wealth of the Universe to our own Doors? Who but the Merchant is that commissioned Purveyour, and travelling Treasurer! What's the whole Mass and Wealth of Ransact Nature, but his rich Hoard! The very Jemms of Crowns and Robes of Kings, Their Ermyn, and their Purple, their Pearls, and their Rubies, are all but his Richer Cargo. Do the glittering Palaces of Monarchs in all their Lustre and Magnificence so dazzle our weak Eyes? Their Splendour is no more than the Oar refined from the Merchant's Mint; and their Embroidery but his Drapery; being all first the Riches of His Wooden Walls, before they are the Ornaments of their Marble Roofs. What is the Merchant but the Surrounder and Circler of the spacious Globe, that draws the only Lines of Communication betwixt the Conversing and Commercing Regions of the Earth. Were it not for the Merchant, we had lived altogether in an unsociable World: Our very next Neighbourhood had been a downright Terraincognita to us; whilst pent up in their own narrower untraffiking Precincts, whole Kingdoms and Nations had been little less than a larger sort of Cloisters and Cells. Then the product of our own Glebe only must have furnished both our Kitchen and our Wardrobe. Nay our very Monarchs themselves must have been contented to have taken up with a homlier metaled Crown, possibly such another as the Isle of Man's Diadem; and their very Coronation Mantle, (though no Disparagement to our own native Growth, the Fleece of the Sheep that buys the Jewels of the Crown) instead of the richer Orient Embroidery, the Silkworms softer Spinstry, and the Ermines whiter Down, must at highest have reached but to Wool and Lambskins. Thus the Pavilion Royal is but justly a part of the Merchant-Taylors Scutcheon: For whilst the Imperial Hero marches to the Field, and sweats in Arms all Day; he sleeps at Night under Your Umbrage, whilst not only his Tent of War, but his Canopy of Peace is all Your own. Thus the Great Columbus in his Discovery of a new World, only opened a new Door to the Merchant's Glory; whilst after their long Addresses and Visits to their European, Asian, and African three old Mistresses; they had found out a new fair American Sister to pay their new Court and Devoirs to; and to plume themselves in the Wealth of the rich Dower She brought them. We may justly rank the whole Industry of mankind under these two Classes, That of the Husbandman, and this of the Merchant. And indeed there's so far an Alliance and proportion betwixt both their Toils and Labours, that 'tis all but the Work of the Plough: His that turns up the Glebe of the Earth, and Yours Your Keel that ploughs the Main. And as the Fruits of Bountiful Nature are his Harvest; So the Riches of it are Yours: Only with this Difference between You, That the Husbandman is but the Subminister or Underfactor of the Merchant. The sweat of His Brow gets the Bread: But Your Gold pays that sweat; and indeed drives both Plough and Ploughman Amongst the several Pageants of the Day, all suited to the Lustre and Renown of Your Honourable Foundation, the Fair Minerva in both her Capacities, viz. the Goddess of Arts and Arms, is but the true Emblem and Portrait of Your Glory. For Arts are all so entirely Your own, that You resemble the Ocean, on which You Trade. For as into that all the Lesser Rivers flow: So the Toils and Industry of the whole Land, from the Spinstry of the Cottage, to the Loom of the Burgh, and the Woof of the City, all Centre in the Merchant. And as the Wealth and Improvements of Peace are so justly Yours, no less are the Prowess and Strength of Arms Your own too. For as the Nerves and Sinews of Trade are the Life and Soul of War; 'Tis only as the Merchant leads the Battle moves. And now Gentlemen, having brought You thus far in Your fair Chase of Honour, here I'll leave You, and heartily wish, so may You all unanimously lead, and make the Battle so successfully move; That England may live to see her long Effeminacy shook off: and have yet a Race of the Third Edward and Fifth Henry Boys, as may still carry Terror to the too powerful neighbouring Lilies, and raise up the Heads of her own Royal Lions. With this hearty Prayer I subscribe myself, GENTLEMEN, Your most Faithful Servant E. Settle. The Movements of the Morning. Between Seven and Eight in the Morning the whole Company designed for the Duty of the Day, meet at Merchant-Taylors Hall. 1. THE Master, Wardens, and Assistants, in Gowns faced with Foins, and their Hoods. 2. The Livery in their Gowns faced with Budg, and their Hoods. 3. Forty Foins Bachelors in Gowns and Scarlet Hoods. 4. Forty Budg-Batchelors in Gowns and Scarlet Hoods. 5. Forty Gentlemen Ushers in Velvet Coats, each of them a Chain of Gold about his Shoulder, and a White-Staff in his Hand. 6. Several Drums and Fifes with Scarfs and Colours of the Company in their Hats, Blue and White. 7. The Sergeant Trumpet, and Twenty Four Trumpets more, whereof Sixteen are their Majesties, the Serjeant-Trumpet wearing Two Scarfs, a Blue and a White. 8. The Drum-Major-general to the King, wearing a Shoulder-Scarf of the Companies Colours, with others of Their Majesty's Household Drums and Fifes. 9 The Two City-Marshals, each of them, Mounted on Horseback, with rich Furniture, Hoosings, and Crupper all Embroidered: Six Servitors likewise Mounted to Attend, with Scarfs and Colours of the Companies. 10. The Foot-Marshal with a Scarf, and Six Attendants in Colours. 11. The Master of Defence with the same Scarf and Colours, Eight Persons of the same Science to Attend him. 12. Twenty Pensioners with Coats and Caps, employed in carrying of Standards and Banners. 13. Seventy Pensioners in Blew-Gowns, White-Sleeves and Blue Caps, each of them carrying a Javelin in one Hand, and a Target in the other, wherein is Painted the Coat-Armour of their Founders, and Benefactors of the Company. All these are ushered by Twenty personable Figures in Roman Crimson Habits, and Silver Headpeices with the Arms of the Honourable Company, the City and the Lord Mayor, Back and Breast, bearing Lictors Staffs, and Silver Axes. Thus ordered, and accommodated, they are committed to the management of the Foot-Marshal, who distributes them in Seven Divisions, ranked all two by two, beginning with the inferior part of the Standard Bearers. In the head of them are placed two Drums one Fife, and a Gentleman, bearing the Companies Arms. In the Rear of them, two Gentlemen bearing Banners, containing the Arms of the deceased Benefactors. After them march the aged Pensioners in Gowns, and in the Centre of them fall two Drums. In the Rear of them three Drums, one Fife, and two Gentlemen in Plush-Coats, bearing two Banners, one of Their Majesties, the other of the Companies. After them Six Gentlemen Ushers, followed by the Budg-Batchelors. The next, two Gentlemen bearing two other Banners. After them Six Gentlemen Ushers, succeeded by the Foins Bachelors. In the Rear fall in two Drums, and a Fife. Then two Gentlemen, one bearing my Lord MAYORS, the other the City Banners. Then Twelve Gentlemen Ushers, and after them the Court of Assistance, which makes the last Division. The Right Honourable the LORD MAYOR, with the Principal Aldermen and Sheriffs, Mounts His Horse, with the Aldermen two by two, the Sheriffs in the Rear. In this Equipage of two and two, the whole Body move toward Grocers-Hall, where the Lord Mayor Elect joins with the Old Lord Mayor and his Retinue; whence all of them in this. Orders march through Kingstreet down to Three-Crane-Wharf, there entering into their several Barges which are gloriously adorned with Flags and Pendants, His Lordship and this Gallant Company all Landing at Westminster, is conducted to the Exchequer-Bar; there having performed several Ceremonial and Customary Duties, and taken the Oaths to their Majesties, he returns again by Water to Blackfriars Stairs, with Drums beating, Trumpets sounding, Music playing, etc. There his Lordship, and the several Companies landing from their Respective Barges, the rest of the Attendants that went not to Westminster, waiting for his Reception, the whole Body moves in Order before him towards Cheapside. The First Pageant. The LAMB. UPon a Stage is a stately Pedestal richly ornamented, whereon the Coat of the Honourable Company, the Silver Lamb is planted. On a Descent beneath on the four Corners are four Palm-Trees; adorned with Crowns, Coronets and Laurels, being the emblematical Trophies of the Worthy Predecessors, as Members or Benefactors of the Honourable Company of Merchant-Taylors. On the four square sides, Quadranglar ways, are planted four Figures, viz. Peace, Humility, Patience and Mercy, in their proper Attire and Ornaments, these four being the requisite Attendance of Innocence, emblemized in the Figure of the Lamb; and the Palm tree being not only a proper Field for the Lamb, but likewise alluding to Truth and Virtue, which according to the Motto of the Palm (Crescit sub pondere Virtus) the more 'tis depressed the higher 'twill rise. The Second Pageant. The Temple of CONCORD. A Lofty Structure is erected, supported upon four noble Pillars or Columns with all the Etableture according to the Compositive order. Over all is a stately Domo, completely adjusted in circular Figure, whereon is erected a Magnificent Cupulo, with a Golden Lion placed in Chief, carrying a Banner of the Kings Arms. Underneath this Dome sit four Figures richly attired in silken Habits, The first proper to the Hieroglyphich of Harmony; and the other three Theological Virtues Faith, Hope, and Charity. These three Divine Virtues being not only the necessary Attendants of Harmony and Union; but likewise very applicacable to the Honourable Company for their Foundations of Religion, Learning, and Charity. These three Virtues bear three Scutcheons on which are inscribed their proper Mottoes. At the four Corners of this Fabric sit four more Figures properly habited, as Temperance, Truth, Zeal, and Constancy with silver Banners displayed, with the Kings, Cities, and Lord Mayor and Companies Arms, in all Respects suited to the Glory of the Day. Harmony thus Addresses to His Lordship. WHen the proud Towers of Concord's Temple rise, Her Basis stands on Earth, and Head i'th' Skies; Heavens darling Blessing, and the World's fair Soul; Concord, the mighty Axis turns the Pole. Till her fair Head above the Waters bore 'Twas Chaos and Confusion all before. Concord, by whom Truth reigns, and Empires stand, State's flourish, all by her supporting Hand. As such the Shrine, and such the Deity, What must the Founder of her Temple be? That, Sr's, Your Work: Our Concord's Walls You build, Whilst Our Praetorian Chair thus nobly filled, Such Massy Worth and Morals so refined, Such leading Virtue with true Honour joined, Shall stand those fair Examples for mankind; Till Our blessed Gates with Love and Union filled, Fair Concord's Brightest Wreath Your Brow shall guild. Nor th' Happy London's only shall You bless, But Your own Merchant-Taylors Walls no less, With such United Worth enriched and stored, 'Twixt such a Master there, here such a Lord. The Third Pageant. The CHARIOT. UPon a very Large Stage is fixed a Noble Triumphant Chariot, (drawn by two Golden Camels) richly and curiously adorned, with all the Glorious Ornaments of Carved Work as Art can perform, in its gldiing and painting, and all Illustration enriched with several Delightful Figures, as well Artificial as Natural lively represented, and properly appertaining to the Solemnity of the Day. On the most Noble and Greatest Seat of this Structure sits Minerva, the Goddess in Chief of all the Arts and Sciences, a person of a Majestic Aspect, attired with long thick bright curled Hair, on her Head a Silver Headpiece, graced with a high flourishing Plume of Feathers consisting of divers Falls; she is attired in Rich Robe of Gold surfled with Silver, and over all a Noble Scarf of Carnation silk fringed with Gold, with a Crimson Mantle laid with Ermyn. In one Hand she bears a Bannor of the Companies Arms, in the other a Shield of the Cities Arms. On a Descent beneath her are placed three Graces, viz. Vigilance, Diligence, and Labour, being expressed by the Kettle Drums and Trumpets. In the Front of these, remote from the former, sits a Figure personating Time, who holds the Reins of these two stately Camels excellently carved and gilded, and painted in equal proportion to the Life, with Trappings of Crimson and Silver, and Crimson Bridles, as being the supporters of the Honourable Company of Merchant-Taylors Arms. This Figure of Time is so ordered to hold the Reins of this Triumphant Chariot, as intimating the Antiquity of this Honourable Company, the Records of their Magnificence and Glory, having lasted so many long Ages past, and whose Chariot shall still drive on till Time itself shall finish. On the Backs of the two Camels are seated, or mounted two sweat young Yrinces, a Negro and a Pawny, the one an Asian, and the other an African, in their Richest Robes, attired in the most Princely Dress of those Countries, with Coronets on their Heads beset with plumes of variety of divers coloured Feathers. In their Right Hands they bear two displayed Banners, one the Cities, the other the Right Honourable the Lord Mayor intimating their Fealty and Submission to the Heroic Monarch of Great Britain, the sole Sovereign of the Sea, and so far Lord of the World from Our British Communion and Traffic in the Richest Asian and African Commerce, etc. And likewise implying their Ambition to hold an amicable Correspondence with this Renowned City. Moreover, upon this Stage are placed three Figures representing the Seasons of the Day, viz. Morning, Noon, and Evening; attired in their proper Habits, with gilded Banners suitable to 'em all, intimating that Vigilence, Diligence and Labour are the Duties of every Hour of Life: and at each Corner is four Golden Cypress Trees. His Lordship is saluted by Minerva in this Speech, etc. SIr, in Your bright Inauguration Glory, Amongst the humble Knees that bend before You, With the just Tribute of her earlyest Vows Thus low the dutiful Minerva bows: Arts and Wits Sacred Goddess, with her fair Triumphant Chariot, waits Your nobler Chair. Yes Sir, whilst London Europe's proudest Town, And Albion's fairest Head, Your power must own; Her Wheel, her Loom, her Industry, are all But Menials, Sir, to Your commanding Call: Her Arts encouraging Lord is only You; Nor is Wits Patron less Your Title too: Both Atributes so well You have deserved; Wit, I am sure, ne'er kinder Master served. Then Sir beneath the influence of Your Reign, I, and my Muses, all Your Duteous Train, Shall sing Your praises in that cheerful Chorus, From this blessed Day smile the whole Year before us. The Fourth Pageant. The SHIP. AS a farther Testimony of their Zeal and Esteem for his Lordship, they present my Lord with a Ship, named the William and Mary, a Merchant Adventurer. This Ship is laden with Cloth, Silk and Stuffs of all sorts, as representing the Traffic in which His Lordship deals into Foreign Countries. This stately Vessel bears all her Guns, with Ancients and Pendants, Streamers, Flags Standarts, Tackling, Braces, Bowls, Cables, Anchors, Sails and Cordages, and all sort of Rigging appertaining to a Merchantman of that Burden, being richly gilded and painted with all her Waste clothes. On board this Ship are a Captain and his Mate, a Bosewain and Mariner, each man at work, some at the main Tack, others at the main Braces, others the Bowlings, some climbing up to the Maintop, others sitting 'cross the Yard-Arms. Others with Quarter Canns drinking the King and Queen's Health; the Lord Mayor, and the Honourable Companies, with Guns firing, Shouts, Huzahs and Acclamations, as the Expressions of their Joy for his Lordship's Inauguration, and their Dutiful salutes to welcome him to the Chair, with Songs and Trumpets sounding, proper to the Action and the Honour of the Merchant-Taylors. The Captain with his Crew placing themselves on the Quarter-Deck, dressed in Indian silks, with rich Fur Caps, attired like Seafaring men; the Bosewain having given his signal by a whistle, and commanded silence, the Sirens being placed in the Sea leave off their melodious Music, and display their Bannors whilst the Captain accosts his Lordship. STrike Saylor, strike, Your Homaging Topsayls lower, And humbly veil to yond commanding Power, That awful Power that fills our swelling Sail, And whose kind Smile lends all our prosperous Gale. Our duteous Tribute, Sir, is all Your Due; Our Canvas Wings are only plumed for You: For You alone our Tritons Trumpets sound; And our pleased Nereids Dance their watery round. And if, when Your Great Name of Honour calls, The rattling Music from our wooden Walls Does with her loudest Mouths of Thunder roar, 'Tis to salute the Lord that rules our Shore. But what, alas, i'th' Triumphs of this Day Can my poor Flags and humble Pinnace Pay, To You that guide a prouder Helm than Mine; Glory that does with brighter Streamers shine? And since our fair Metropolis' Command Is lodged in such an Honourable Hand, The safe Augusta shall no Shipwreck fear, Whilst so much Virtue her great Bark shall steer. The Fifth Pageant. The ARCADIAN PLAIN. WIthin this large Plain are Eleven or Twelve Figures, all clothed in their proper Habits, as Nymphs and Shepherds of Arcadia, with gilded Streamers and Bannors, being the Ensigns of Honour, of the Worthy Members of the Honourable Company. Amongst these is Industry a Spinning, and several of the Shepherdesses,; some Carding and some Cutting of Wool, and all Singing and Dancing, when the Matron or Mistress of the Family calls from Work, they having all their Scrips and Wallets, Bottles of Leather, and Baskets with Shepherds Crooks and Straw Hats and Garlands of Flowers round their Heads, the Pageant being all ornamented suitable to so rural a place, and enlivened with variety of Pastoral Music accordingly. In the Front of this pleasant Plain is planted a gilded Lion, the Plain all strewed with Greene's and Flowers, and other Ornaments befitting the place, and also proper for so Noble an Augmentation that was given from one of the Kings of England, out of his own Imperial Arms, in Honour of the Worshipful Company of Merchant-Taylors, for some very Illustrious Acts of Chivalry performed by the Famous and Noble Sir John Hawkwood, once a Member of this Royal Society, whereof has been Eleven Kings, Twenty two Princes and Dukes, Twenty seven Bishops, Forty seven Earls, Seventy seven Lords and Barons; besides nineteen Lord Mayors to this present Year, who all received the Honour of Knighthood. In the Rear of this Pageant is seated on a Throne, a Soldier under a Royal Canopy, as the Arms of the Honourable Company attended on each hand by two Persons in Parliamentary Robes, who addresses his Speech to his Lordship, himself representing that Famous and Memorable Hawkwood. BEhold, before me on these Verdant Plains ‛ The Crooks, the Fleece, the Wheel, the Nymphs and Swains, All Homagers to the Merchant-Taylors Name; Their Rural Reeds the Trumps of Your fair Fame: And whilst these Sons of Peace i'th' Front appear Your Hawkwood, Son of War, brings up the Rear. Hawkwood who, that bold Martial Champion stood, Whose once Illustrious Feats in Fields of Blood, In Your Rich Scutcheon fixed that fair Renown, A borrowed Lion from the British Crown. But why do we revive old Hawkwood's Name, When we have a Younger Nobler Heir of Fame; Your Lordship whose Renown outvies his poorer Story, Who dare as much for Truth, as Hawkwood durst for Glory. A SONG. I. TO sing the Renown of the brave Merchant-Taylors Come blow a fresh Gale, Boys, and hay jolly Saylors. For we'll merrily troll All around round the Pole; we'll cut the Sea through; And bring home the Wealth of the Indian Peru. For the World has no Lord but the Merchant alone; And the whole Phoenix Nest, Boys, is all but Your own. Then i'th' Triumphs of the Day, To the Merchants we'll pay Our heartiest Zeal and Devotion: we'll sing, and we'll laugh, And the Bowls that we quaff Shall hold a whole jittle little Ocean. II we'll cut through the Line, Boys; then hay merry Saylors; From Cancer to Capricorn bold Merchant-Taylors: 'Tis for You the North Swain Drives the Great Charles his Wain: The Star at the Pole For You lends the Needle her whole Life and Soul; Whilst the Sun in the Skies, and the Stars in their Glory Are all but Your Linkboys to travel before You. Then, etc. III. To the jolly God Cupid do Mortals build Altars; And sing Loves soft Chorus in sweet Virgin Psalters? Does the Beauty Divine In its whole Glory shine? Tho' bright as the Morn 'Tis the Merchant's rich Wardrobes proud Venus adone. Her downy foft Sweets all but his rich Perfumes; And our mistress's shrine but in his borrowed Plumes. Then, etc. IV. In City and Country, both Profit and Pleasure Come all from the Hoard of the Merchants rich Treasure. Even the poor Country Cloun, When he comes up to Town, No sooner he goes To buy a new Topknot for Peggy and Rose, But merrily home again home he trips down, And thanks the kind Merchant for Jo●ns Wedding Gown. Then, etc. V. Do we drink a brisk Health to Great William and Mary In blushing fair Claret, or smiling Canary? When the Conduits run Wine, What's the Nectar Divine That cheers up our Souls, But the Merchant's rich Juice, Boys, that Sparks in our Bowls? And the proud Golden Goblet we drink in's no more Than a Relic a Relic from the Merchant's fair Store. 〈◊〉 etc. The Pageantry concluding, the Lord Mayor and the whole Train move off to Dinner, which finishes the Solemnity of the Day. FINIS.