%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A CONGRATULARY POEM / On the Right Honourable / Sir PATIENCE WARD, / Knight and Baronet, LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON. W., W. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1680-1680 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/01/2012 32220

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R221254 AS when Ambassadors from Princes come, / We all by custom from our Houses run Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 133843 A CONGRATULARY POEM / On the Right Honourable / Sir PATIENCE WARD, / Knight and Baronet, LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON. A CONGRATULARY POEM On the Right Honourable Sir PATIENCE WARD, Knight and Baronet, LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON. A CONGRATULATORY POEM On the Right Honorable Sir PATIENCE WARD, Knight and Baronet, LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON. W., W. 1680-1680 Rich. Janaway

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AS when Ambassadors from Princes come, We all by custom from our Houses run To see the Stranger, Great, the Noble High, The Representive of a Deity. Scripture and Reason stile them so by Birth, Great Men, like Kings, are still like Gods on Earth: The truth of which, no Just Man can deny, Being ordaind by heavenly destiny. But why it should be thus, I cannot say, Then what shall happen the succeeding Day, Being a Secret kept in Heavens own hand, As Rain descends on good and barren Land. Yet in a worldly sense it may be taken For Natural Reason, and not be forsaken, Because busness of that important nature It very nearly doth concern each creature, As Natives of their own fine Country dear, To whom, of all things, still they should be near: Much more at a Magistrate of our own, Because his Power extends throughout the Town, Being an Office twixt Country and City, That all therein does share, both fools and witty. Since next the King, to him we owe all things, Peace, Plenty, Trade, and Money-offrings: For by his wise Conduct, and Prudence high, Hel make our Fame reach to the starry Sky, Being a man by Nature, and by Name, To be a Soul wrapt in immortal Fame. Patience by Name, a Virtue great and high, Burning and shining like the Sun in th Sky; Endowd with Learning, and such famous Arts, That by their force he soon will gain our hearts; Adorning of him in this his humane Race, More than his Indian Pearl, or his Gold Lace. Since Virtues a colour of that deep hue, That tis as Rich as the gay Rainbows blue. The Merchant traffiques where he please to go; So Virtue trades with Heaven and Earth below. Philosophers say, shes th Glory of each one, As the pretty Flowers guilded by the Sun. Logicians say, as well to each degree, Your happy still in your Humanity; For Bodies shapt, and so proportiond well, Are ab Origine, from Heaven, not Hell. Seraphick Love alwaies prefers its own, As the kind Father strongly loves his Son. The Speech you made, it doth so plainly tell How many Virtues in your Mind doth dwell; As the Tree is, alike is still the Fruit, Or the gay Summer with dull Winter suit. When the Sun shines, tis then a pleasant day, And when not seen, tis a foul After-play So as we look and speak, such men we are, [A Maxim of the Learnd Philosopher,]
Telling how face and heart do go together, Making men to enjoy the best weather; While other platforms of a lower of die, Are but mere Strangers to humanity; Like the dull Carriers Horse, that still moves on In the same road, until he cometh home; Then doth grim death approach, and tell them all, His never failing dart will make them fall. But that for ever they must pass and go To Heavens glory, or to Hells Sorrow. Seamen and Pilots rule their manners still, According to their Captain, good or ill; Who from him no other Religion take, Nay Navigation itself forsake; As he instructed is in every Art, The Legislator to his better heart: Even so as a great man or Rulers given, Each Mans prone, to make him still his Heaven. As he smiles; then we look brisk and gay, As all things flourish in the Month of May: But if he looks but angry, and he frown, So then do we, and all our mirth is gone. Shewing th inconstancy of joy in all, Of Lunaries and Terrestrial: So that Example will be known and seen Like a bright Dutchess or an Indian Queen. plain both from experience and from Reason, Things that are always certain and in season: For Nature shews all things are fed by sense, And their superior bodies influence All their kind heats, by which they still are fed, Flow from those streams, and so are nourished. Since Heavens superior as we plainly see, As Man excells Beasts in Felicity: For he that makes doth top the Object gay, As Night is but the Curtain of the day. In short, welcome great Sir, unto your Seat, A place of Honour and of high Retreat: To all your welcome, and to all most near, To all Prince, Virtue still does make you dear. Since blood with the Astrologer portends Things that are great, and you for greater ends: For Virtue rises from the Plant most rare, As trees in Summer still most fruitful are. Great Sir all happiness attend you still, That you may pass the great Gunshot of ill, And when Death summons you, that you appear, You shall with Angels gay, look bright and clear. I leave you as a President for Sages, To future times, and to succeeding Ages.
W.W. LONDON, Printed for Rich. Janaway. 1680.