TO THE LOYAL Company of CITIZENS MET AT Merchant-Tailors Hall.  
10 Aug. 1682.  

THey're Met, they're Sat, and Loyal Cups go round,  
And with their Cheers the well-built Walls rebound.  
The Trojans thus rejoiced, when they to Groves,  
From stormy Billows had their first removes.  
When Seven fat Bucks Aeneas did impart  
To Ilion's Youth, and bid 'em all take Heart.  

Since from black stormy Gusts and a rough Sea  
That lately tossed, by Skilful Hands set free,  
They there enjoyed a sweet Serenity.   
Bring out the Bowl, methinks I hear 'em cry,  
Which Belus, and all Belus Progeny  
Was wont with Sacred Wine to th'brim to Crown,  
And let it to Great CHARLES and his go down.  
And in the interim let some loved Youth tell,  
Famed as Iöpas, while each string does swell,  
In Sacred Lore how His Great Father fell.  
Then sigh each Loyal Soul for's Master slain,  
Then Cheerly cry, His Heirs we will maintain,  
Successively on the same Throne to Reign.  
Thus doing, Loyal LONDON ne'er may want  
The Charters had when she was Troynovant.  
Thus doing, this August and Solemn Treat,  
Will make New LONDON as old Carthage great;  
When true Aeneas and his Faithful Band,  
Queen Dido's Royal Table entertained.    

LONDON: Printed for W. B. MDCLXXXII.