THE ENTERTAINMENT OF THE LADY MONK At FISHERS-FOLLY. Together with an address made to her by a Member of the college of Bedlam at her visiting those fanatics.  

The Bedlams Speech.  

TOpsie tervie, hai down derry.  
You sober boys lets now be merry,  
Here comes noble George's Wife,  
Let's then bespeak her to the life.   

Most Noble Lady, now we see  
The World turns round as well as we;  
Our Chains are Ornaments, our Cells  
Are Palaces where Honour dwells,  
Whilst you adorn this place, we know  
No greater happiness below,  
Than to behold the sweet delight  
of him that will restore our right:  
Madam, to you it is we look  
As the best Scripture in our Book,  
Could we but learn to be so wise  
As love our Head as well as Eyes;  
Our university might be  
Happy in your felicity,  
Our Chains as useless as the large  
Contents of Lambert's n●-discharge,  
Our Time not spent in picking straws,  
Our Holds, only most wholesome Laws  
Our Bedlam true fanatics keep,  
Not such as dream when fast a sleep.  
Let George know we are not so mad,  
But we can love an honest Lad.    

The Speech at Fishers-Folly.  

THrice welcome noble Lady to this place,  
Wife to a Person sprung of royal Race;  
Whose High-born Soul proclaims him one of those  
Which claim an interest in the milky Rose,  
Upon whose Brow prudence and valour try  
Mastries, and strive each other to outvie:  
And what's his greatest praise, his Royalty  
Appears full fraught with ancient Loyalty.  
The rarest Jewels that the World imparts  
Are royal Subjects crowned with loyal Hearts,  
And such (sweet Lady) is your royal Spouse,  
Who cannot choose but mind his former vows,  
One that is versed in honest politics,  
And deeply hateth such Ped 〈…〉 ●●icks.  
As Murder, Rapine, Perjury, which crimes  
Were in vile Cromwel's and the Rumpers times  
Accounted Godliness, and in wrong sense  
Styled Acts of Heavens Gracious Providence.  
But now (i hope) we shall be freed from th'Spell  
And witching Charms o'th' devil and Machiavel,  
They must invent new Sleights, a cloak that's stronger,  
Religion will veil villainy no longer;  
All men have now found their false knavery out,  
But noble George hath put them to the Rout:  
As Fabius wearied Hannibal, he so  
Blasted their force, yet gave them ne'er a blow:  
Wonderful Conqueror that could withstand,  
Nay soil his Enemy without a hand!  
Never had England a more prosperous fate,  
Nor purchased freedom at a cheaper rate.  
Who absent, lo, we Pay all Honour due  
To her who is a Part of him; that's you,  
Even you (fair Lady) who are ever blessed  
In his enjoyment: Y'are a welcome Guest  
Unto our Board, whose presence makes us Jolly,  
Since you vouch safe to come to Fishers-Folly,  
So called from the Founder, a Lack-wit  
Who built the House, but could not finish it:  
Our Geogre a greater Work hath well begun,  
And scorns to leave it, till it's throughly done:  
He gently does his business, and hath learned  
To move the wheel, so that it's not discerned.  
And with a silent calmnesle doth assuage  
The hotspur spirits and the fiery rage  
Of fierce Phanantiques; who, like foolish Elves,  
By their mad zeal would have burnt up themselves,  
Thus hath he wisely stopped the mouths of those  
Builders of Babel, which did still oppose  
the repairing of our Zion, to whose aid  
we'll all stand up until the top-stone's laid:  
And after all, confess Great George to be  
the chief Restorer o● 〈◊〉 Liberty:  
And you thric●happy●●vourite of Fate  
Who have so wise so great, so good a Mate.     

〈…〉 〈◊〉- Folly 〈…〉