A
SPEECH
Made to his EXCELLENCY
THE
Lord General MONCK,
AND THE
COUNCIL of STATE,
AT
Goldsmiths 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.
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LEt me make one too; are you grown so stout,
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To contrive Peace, and leave the Seaman out?
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Have you in those large Bowls which Plenty gave yee,
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Drank off the Ocean, and swallow'd the Navy?
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You never think upon our Rocks and shelves,
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So you may snudge in quiet by yourselves;
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Are not you Britains? Is not Navigation
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The only Guard and Glory of the Nation?
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Can you have Treasure brought without a Fleet?
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What is it gilds Cheapside and Lumbard Street
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But our Sea trade? By our cutting the curl'd
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Ocean ye hold Commerce with all the World.
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Whence come your costly Carpettings, and Works
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That grace the Chambers of triumphant Turks,
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But from beyond-Sea? Whence comes all your gold,
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For which, by some, both Law and Gospel's sold,
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But from beyond-Sea? And wise men of trust
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Beleeve, if ever we have Peace agen, it must
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Come from beyond-Sea; And d' ye goe about
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To make a Peace, and leave the Main-Mast out?
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But where's my Admiral? Oh! I have spy'd him,
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His Merits are so cleer no Clouds can hide him.
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I must go droll with him though, What Chear hey?
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Up to the Ears in Custard, here's a fray
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Compounded without bloudshed; these would be
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Good bitts upon a March, George, or at Sea:
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When, in the fury of tempestuous weather,
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Wee and our meat were pickled up together.
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Here are pure Quarters, Plenty keeps her spring
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[I]n London, 'Tis a City for a King.
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I came just now ashore to speak with you
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Directly up to Goldsmiths-Hall, I knew
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Where I should find you out: You love to settle
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With honest Hearts, and Men of the best Mettle.
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They love St. George, and yet they highly set
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A value on St. *Dunstan, they'r well met,
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They both did put the Devil in a dump,
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One had him by the Nose, tother the Rump,
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And thereby hangs a tayl. When I came hither,
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My business, and my boldnesse mixt together
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Made me thrust in: Where crowd you? (cry'd they all)
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Quoth I, to speak with my LORD GENERAL,
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I'm one of his Sea Captains; presently
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The Master and the generous Company
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All bad me welcom, and did strongly woo
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Me to bid you so, and this *Council too
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In these, or such like words; they bad me say
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The Sunn's not welcomer to a dark day,
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Than you unto this City: for you are
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Temp'rate in Undertakings, Stout in Warr,
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Prudent in Councils, Quick when Dangers call,
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Secret in great designs, Honest in All:
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'Twould make the greatest Rebell quite renounce ill,
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To see but such a Souldier, such a Council.
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God prosper both, and may you never cease,
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Till you have brought home the bright Princesse Peace,
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That long-lost Lady: Could we make a Crown
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As rich as that was worn by Solomon,
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Rather than we would lose her, or displease her,
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(I mean fair Peace) wee'd give that Crown to seize her.
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*St. Dunstan was a Patron of the Goldsmiths.
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*To the Coun-cil of State.
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If any other Speech be printed, pretended to be spoken in Goldsmiths Hall,
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[t]hey are Counterfeits, and none true but this.
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