Litterae Consolatoriae; From the Author to the dejected place of his Nativity, the Honourable City of LONDON: Emporium of Great Britain; In some Prophetic Glances at its future Glory and Prosperity; Indici● of its present Happiness, from its Upright and Judicious Lord Mayor, The Right Honourable Sir William Turner Knight; To whom he wisheth a long and happy Life here, and unexpressable Glory hereafter.  

ALL hail, Blessed City! which next age must see  
Head (as Rome once) the world's chief Monarchy  
For tribute, Sunburnt Africa, things of price,  
And the two Indies send thee Gold and Spice;  
Nilus, Seine, Tiber, Tagus; stoop to Thame.  
To his great honour, thy immortal fame,  
Away with tears; let's have no more wet eyes;  
Thy lofty Roofs already threat the Skies.   

So Phoenix, grown old, doth by flames expire,  
To rise more vigorous from her funeral Fire.   

Dear Mother, hail! behold a fair presage  
Of times return, or a new Golden Age;  
Banished Astraea again visits Earth,  
Whose womb is pregnant with th' expected birth;  
Fear not miscarriage, for wise TURNER, he  
Lucina acts at the Delivery;  
O happy place! which can at present show  
Ancient Rome's Glory, Cato, 
* The Lord Mayor for his Vigilancy and Care to advance and defend Justice, with the Right and honour of the City, as the Roman Consul did against Catiline, etc.  Cicero;  
Thy vanished honours, Rome, to boast forbear,  
In one united, Censor, Consul are;  
Worthy to sit in thy adored Chair,  
If mortal man with Jove might Worship share;  
Think not (Dear City) thou forsaken art;  
Wonders my Muse shall suddenly impart;  
And in smooth Numbers sing mysterious things,  
Thy fall, thy rise, from whence these changes springs▪  
O much beloved of Jove! thy Fate's his care;  
Put on a cheerful look; of grief beware;  
No more complaints; vent not a sigh nor tear;  
Those Emblems are of an ignoble Fear:  
Great Hearts such guests do never entertain,  
Unless they flow from Anger or Disdain.  
Consider past Events; and thou wilt find  
That Gods and Fate have evermore been kind:  
Favours, their Punishment; witness the Fire,  
Which laid thee low, only to raise thee higher.   

When to destroy Jove did an Angel send,  
He likewise gave an Honourable Friend,  
Illustrious Craven; whose great Charity  
And virtuous Deeds unto Eternity  
Recorded are in Volumes 'bove the sky.  
Bright day appears; behold a glorious morn;  
To splendid fortune thou again art born;  
No longer be transmarine Nations scorn:  
Boldly advance thy Head; look up, and see  
Thy Discreet Mayor's proceedings, Turner, He,  
Restoring Justice, doth Foundations lay  
Whereon thou'lt rise to Heaven: That happy day  
Thou gainest thy height, pay Honour to his name  
Who builds the Groundwork of thy future Fame.    

London, Printed for Rowland Reynolds, at the Sun and Bible in Postern-street near Moregate, 1669.