To the Right Honourable THE LORD MAYOR AT THE ANNIVERSARY ENTERTAINMENT IN GUILDHALL.  

THE wise Appllo Laugheth once a year;  
So the resembling mortal Gods do here  
Deign to be jolly, and Triumph together,  
Over their Cares, and over Rome's soul weather.  
As you (much Honoured Sir) Ascend the Chair,  
The Heavens so kind and so Propitious are.  
Redeemed Religion happily supplies  
Fresh Comfort to your former solemn Joys.  
Let Popery dashed it sound sweeter in your ear  
Than the sweet pleasing melody you hear.  
And Hearts as with good wine be cheered and warmed  
With the good news His Majesty not harmed;  
But this aught to allay your Joys Excess,  
His Martyred Friend falls by the merciless.  
Now Exit Babylon's Transubstantiation,  
Infernal Plots and Hell Assassination;  
Those Egypt Frogs no more Infest or Croak  
Within the shadow of the Royal Oak.  
(Avaunt Prodigious, Protean, Papal-State.)  
Avaunt the cursed Raviliack Transmigrate.  
The noise of Blood, The noise of Bankrupts cease,  
The Nation's Wealth, the Nations Fame increase.  
This so bright dawning Providential Ray  
Sweetly Presageth Sunshine Halcyon day.  
And you my Lord, within your Lower Sphere  
Are a good Omen. Happy be your year.   

On Sir Edmondbury Godfrey.  

Such is man's Life and Fickle state,  
Consumed with Care, exposed to Hate,  
Rend by variety of Fate,  
(At most but of a moment's Date)  
So here in this great Hearse we see,  
The best of Mortals, what they be.  
The wise and good worst harms molest,  
The more of worth, the less of rest.  
As in a storm the Cedars fall,  
And shrubs survive their Funeral.