MONASTICON,
OR
LONDON's Gratulation to the Lord General.
The sixth of March, 1660.
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A Paean was a Song of Praise
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First made to great Apollo
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When plagues did rage in any place,
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Or cruel War, Peace follow.
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The blessings of good health and peace
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Are such strong Obligations,
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The first-fruits of our lips-encrease
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Are due, as their Oblations.
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Then let us pay our thanks to Thee,
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(Themistocles of London,)
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Who timely came to set us free,
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Or London had been undone.
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Religion, Laws and Libertie
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Distinguish us from others;
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The French have lost, what's kept by Thee,
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(In Freedome once our Brothers.)
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All was at Stake, when Hewson came
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To make a new Translation;
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England itself became a shame
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And by-word to each Nation.
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Then let us pay our thanks to Thee,
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(Renowned George of London,)
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Who timely came to set us free,
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Or London had been undone.
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Our Churches were contemn'd of late,
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Our Laws were but dead Letters,
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Usurpers Lorded it ith' State,
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And vilaniz'd their Betters.
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Poore Citizens were doom'd the prey
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Of Fleetwoods Safe-Committee;
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Granados who prepar'd to pay
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The publick Faith to th' City.
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Then let us pay, etc.
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Fire and flames (like Thunder-claps
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Discharg'd by Jove in flashes)
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Were vomited from Hewsons chaps
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To lay us all in Ashes:
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The Anabaptist damn'd us all
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To dismall Conflagration,
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Or to enslave us to White-hall,
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And Vanes vain ventilation.
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Then let us pay, etc.
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Our Goldsmiths rowes in Lumbard-street
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And Cheap-side were propounded
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For Pillage to the Saints; as meet
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Such Idols were confounded!
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Our Mercers, Grocers, Drapers too
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Were measur'd out and weigh'd all
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By th' Plow-share of John Disborow,
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That Standard, which has made all!
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Then let us pay, etc.
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Our other Guilds and Companies
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Were all condemn'd for plunder;
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And (where our antient glory lies)
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Our Senatours brought under:
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Petitions for our native Rights
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Were deem'd pernicious Treason,
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Which our brave Ancestors in fights
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Obtain'd from Kings with reason.
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Then let us pay our thanks to Thee,
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(Renowned George of London,)
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Who timely came to set us free,
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Or London had been undone.
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Our Brethren murder'd were, and slasht,
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In peace as they were walking;
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Out of their heads the brains were dasht
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Of some, as they stood talking.
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The best betook themselves by flight
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To Country-habitation;
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Who staid in Town, were in such plight,
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As Eighty eight's Invasion.
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Then let us pay our thanks to thee,
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(Renowned George of London,)
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Who timely came to set us free,
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Or London had been undone.
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But when the Rump (as some it nam'd)
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Assembled in December,
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We thought, we had our own reclam'd
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By pighting up that Member.
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Sir--- we did season well
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With Salt to make fair Speeches
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Ith' House for us: but he can tell
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No Tale, but in his ---
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Then let us pay, etc.
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Our Common Council were decry'd,
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Some Members sent to th' Tower;
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The Rump did then on horse back ride
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In an unlucky houre:
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They pull'd our Posts & Chains all down,
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Portcullices and Portals;
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Sir Arthur (with his surly frown)
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Affrighted us poore Mortals.
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Then let us pay, etc.
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But (blessed day) when thou didst call
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The Members long secluded;
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They Voted down our slavish thrall
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From forty eight intruded.
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And what remains yet to be done
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For Church and State in Freedome,
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We hope shall never be begun
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From Prin--ciples of Needom.
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Then let us pay, etc.
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The States of Venice, and the Dutch
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By nature are designed
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For Commonwealth's: But England much
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To Monarchies inclined.
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When Noll usurp'd, we quiet were,
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Contented with that Ape-King.
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But more security is there,
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When rule's the Right, no Rape-King;
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Then let us pay our thanks to Thee,
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(Renowned George of London,)
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Who timely came to set us free,
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Or London had been undone.
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If we consider France and Spain,
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Where Liberty is geason,
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The Kings their Subjects do maintain
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In peace by prudent reason:
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For Monarchie in Heaven above
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(The Scriptures prove it clearly,)
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Keep's all the Royall host in Love
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And Unity most dearly.
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Then let us pay, etc.
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One head the Body do's preside
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By Nature's due Creation;
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One heart the life of Man do's guide,
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Till it's Mortification;
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One Spirit is infus'd in Man,
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Our Graces single be too:
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Such Truths a mere Re-publican,
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Or Devil must agree to.
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Then let us pay, etc.
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If Monarchie be best of all,
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As (Aristotle prove's it,
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And holy Writ,) well may we call
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Him loyall heart, that love's it:
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And such the Noble Moncks have been,
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(As Devon shire Annals render,)
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Who faithfull were to Bess our Queen,
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And James our faith's Defender.
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Then let us pay, etc.
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Since thou art Of-Spring of that Race
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To Kingship well devoted,
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Let Charles the Second to his place
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Be speedily promoted.
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Thus Warrs will end in stable Peace,
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Church, State, no more shall sever,
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Our Trades will flourish, Wealth encrease,
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And George shall live forever.
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Our Thanks we freely pay to Thee,
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(Themistocles of London,)
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Who timely came to set us free,
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Or London had been undone.
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