Brewers 'and Vintners' blazon  
A SPEECH Made to his EXCELLENCY GEORGE MONCK General, &c. The Twelfth day of April, M. DC. LX. At a Solemn Entertainment at vintners-hall. Wherein His Illustrious Virtues are shadowed forth under the Emblem of a VINE.  

WElcome (Great Sir) thrice welcome to this Hall;  
We 've nothing else to welcome you withal.  
All else is but your own; to You we owe,  
Life, Liberties, Estates, Religion too:  
All else is in your Power, only our hearts  
Are free to welcome and admire your arts.  
Time was, when we were forced to court our Chains,  
And kiss the Rod which jerked us for our pains:  
We durst not cry for fear of tother lash,  
But smoothed our brows, and blubbered faces washed.  
Our Lurdan Masters made us them reward,  
For keeping of our Liberties in Ward.   

But unto You, our hearts aspire to fall  
A willing Sacrifice, this festival;  
Nor think it (Sir) a hollow compliment,  
We deal in Wine, Wine only truth doth vent.  
Now give us leave to borrow from our Trade,  
Something which may your radiant virtue's shade:  
And what may better Suit you than the Vine,  
That Noble Plant, which does such worth enshrine?  
First, in its leaves which hide and guard the cluster,  
It notes your modesty, which hides your lustre;  
It shows your secrecy; by which secured  
You have a Bloudless Victory procured:  
O happy soul! whose silence could do more  
Than Arts and arms, than rhetoric and power.  
You have Three Nations redeemed, and yet,  
Not spilled one drop of blood in doing it.  
You gently did the Strength and Weapons steal  
Out of their hands, before they could it feel.  
Let Rome and Tully boast; let Athens bless  
Demostenes, and thundering Pericles:   

Give me the man who works without a noise,  
Who spares his tongue and hands, but Wit employs.   

Again, the Vine's not spent in leaves and paint,  
But under its own fruitful load doth faint;  
That load which lightens men of all their cares,  
And fainting spirits with new life repairs.  
Thus You (my Lord) oppress yourself with pains,  
To bring forth unto us more easy gains.  
Under your watchful eyes we sleep secure,  
Under your arms our Commerce we ensure.  
Peace, Freedom, Laws (both human and divine)  
Are the delicious fruits of You our Vine.  
These are your first-fruits, and they taste so sweet,  
We long for those which hang not ripened yet:  
There's something still remains to crown the rest,  
To bind all fast, and make us firmly blessed.  
Some are already drunk with what-they taste,  
And in a drunken fit quarrel for haste.  
We wrestle yet with jealousies and threats?  
'Tis time must ripen all with kindly hears.  
There are fanatics that on both sides rage,  
Till by your art you coop'em in one cage:  
And while you check Religious lunacies,  
Restrain likewise profaner luxuries.   

Secure all stakes; all sober men Engage;  
This will embalm your Name to future age.   

And as the Vine adorns its prop and spreads,  
And twists the branches of the tree it Weds:  
So do your Virtues spread about these Lands  
Which You Espouse, and link them all in bands  
Of sacred wedlock; all men do combine  
In You, and mingled Interests intwine.  
You moderate, You hush, and silence all  
Our jangling factions and confused brawl.   

Bind all unto yourself, and each to other;  
Let none engross You, be a common Brother   

The Vine (as in the Parable we read)  
Refused to domineer with lofty head.  
Though Brambles may in Lordly rule delight  
To scratch, and tear, and rend down all by might:  
The humble Vine seeks no such rampant tops,  
But lowly creeps unless advanced by props:  
Thus You aspire not unto gay Dominion;  
Whose happiness is merely in opinion:  
It is presumed you'd rather make a King  
Then your own hands, to Sway a sceptre bring;  
This will Immortalize and blaze your story,  
And Crown your head with spendant beams of glory.   
If any other Speech be Printed, pretended to be spoken in vintners-hall, they are Counterfeits, and none true but this.  
Tho. Jordan. April .13.