A SPEECH Made to his EXCELLENCY THE Lord General MONCK, AND THE COUNCIL of STATE, goldsmith's Hall in London, The tenth day of April, 1660. At which time they were entertained by that honourable Company.  After a Song in four parts, at the conclusion of a Chorus, Enter a Sea-Captain. 

LEt me make one too; are you grown so stout,  
To contrive Peace, and leave the Seaman out?  
Have you in those large Bowls which Plenty gave ye,  
Drank off the Ocean, and swallowed the Navy?  
You never think upon our Rocks and shelves,  
So you may snudge in quiet by yourselves;  
Are not you Britains? Is not Navigation  
The only Guard and Glory of the Nation?  
Can you have Treasure brought without a Fleet?  
What is it gilds Cheapside and Lombard Street  
But our Sea trade? By our cutting the curled  
Ocean ye hold Commerce with all the World.  
Whence come your costly Carpettings, and work  
That grace the Chambers of triumphant Turks,  
But from beyond-Sea? Whence comes all your gold,  
For which, by some, both Law and Gospel's sold,  
But from beyond-Sea? And wise men of trust  
Believe, if ever we have Peace again, it must  
Come from beyond-Sea; And d'ye go about  
To make a Peace, and leave the mainmast out?   

But where's my Admiral? Oh! I have spied him,  
His Merits are so clear no Clouds can hide him.  
I must go droll with him though, What cheer hay?  
Up to the Ears in Custard, here's a fray  
Compounded without bloodshed; these would be  
Good bits upon a March, George, or at Sea:  
When, in the fury of tempestuous weather,  
We and our meat were pickled up together.  
Here are pure Quarters, Plenty keeps her spring  
In London, 'Tis a City for a King.  
I came just now ashore to speak with you  
Directly up to Goldsmiths-Hall, I knew  
Where I should find you out: You love to settle  
With honest Hearts, and Men of the best Mettle.  
They love St. George, and yet they highly set  
A value on St. 
* St. Dunstan was a Patron of the Goldsmiths.  Dunstan, they're well met,  
They both did put the Devil in a dump,  
One had him by the Nose, t'other the Rump,  
And thereby hangs a tail. When I came hither,  
My business, and my boldness mixed together  
Made me thrust in: Where crowd you? (Cried they all)  
Quoth I, to speak with my LORD GENERAL,  
I'm one of his Sea Captains; presently  
The Master and the generous Company  
All bad me welcome, and did strongly woo  
Me to bid you so, and this 
* To the Council of State.  Council too  
In these, or such like words; they bade me say  
The sun's not welcomer to a dark day,  
Than you unto this City: for you are  
temperate in Undertakings, Stont in war,  
Prudent in Councils, Quick when Dangers call,  
Secret in great designs, Honest in All:  
'Twould make the greatest rebel quite renounce ill,  
To see but such a soldier, such a Council.   

God prosper both, and may you never cease,  
Till you have brought home the bright Princess Peace,  
That long-lost Lady: Could we make a Crown  
As rich as that was worn by Solomon,  
Rather than we would lose her, or displease her,  
(I mean fair Peace) we'd give that Crown to scize her▪   
If any other Speech be printed, pretended to be spoken in goldsmith's Hall, they are Counterfeits, and none true but this.  
Tho. Jordan.   

London, Printed for H. B. at the Gun in Ivy-lane, 1660.