Cheapsides Triumphs, and Chyrones Crosses Lamentation.
To the tune of the Building.
SEe the guilding
Of Cheapsides famous building
the glorious Crosse,
Trimd vp most fairly,
With gold most rarely,
refin'd from drosse:
A pleasing prospect to all beholders,
that shall but view it,
and lately knew[?] it
Defac'd of beauty,
but now a sumptuous thing:
Whose praise and wonder
Fame abroad doth ring.
Tricked most neatly
With cost compleatly
adorn'd most rare,
Who [...]e shining beauty,
Showes the Cities duty
and tender care:
To preserue their rich & sumptuous buildings,
in stately manner,
such cost vpon her
they bestow with honour,
Such is the loue they beare
which now is seene
By Cheapside glistering faire.
The Crosse there placed,
Is now much graced,
that it may be knowne,
How well the Citie,
With care and pitie,
respects her owne:
Braue Citizens of worthy London,
such loue they owe it,
and now they show it,
freely bestow it
Upon their City faire,
with Cheapside Crosse
There's none can make compare.
Search England ouer,
From hence to Douer,
and so about,
The like to Cheapside,
Faire Londons chiefe pride,
you'l not find out:
Newly beautifi'd most neat and fairly,
all may admire,
and still desire,
to gaze vp higher,
To see the glorious state
of this rare building,
Rais'd vp v [...]ry late.
O sight most blessed,
To sée Cheapside dressed,
in stately manner:
May you perseuer
In loue for euer,
tis for your honor,
To see your Crosse excell in shining
all Cross [...]s elsewhere,
to this comes not neere,
now trimmed most rare:
And glorious to behold,
whose shining brauery
Glistereth all of gold.
This golden splendor
Makes all men wonder,
to sée Cheapside:
In sumptuous manner
For Londons honor,
and [...] beside:
Put downe f [...]ire Oxfordshires chiefe beauty
Abing [...]ons faire Crosse
was neuer grac't thus,
as is bright Cheaps Crosse,
Now shining faire and bright,
whose excellent splendor
Giues the city light.
The second part,
To the same tune.
With griefe now mourne ye,
to behold and sée
An ancient building
Now downwards yeelding,
ah woe is me:
The prouerb here is verified truly,
old things are worth nought,
but that's a bad thought,
for to forget ought
Once esteemed deare,
But yet al [...]sse
Too [...]rue appeares.
In lamentation,
I make my supplication
to great and small,
That erst haue view'd me,
And now perus'd me,
then iudge withall,
That ancient things in these dayes are
more is the pity
that such a city,
so wise and witty,
Should not regard their fame,
censure [...]right,
Then tell me where's the blame.
I long haue stood h [...]re,
Mary bad and good yeare,
pining away,
Expecting euer,
But I feare neuer
to see the day
Wherein my state againe sh [...]ll be aduanced,
and all things made good,
of stone or else wood,
where I h [...]ue long stood,
Expecting [...]uery day
I should be once againe
Made neat and gay.
Thou wert a deare one,
Old noble Chyron,
that plac't me here,
My first supporter
Of stone and morter,
was seated [...]are:
But now you sée my top is downward bending
my state is reeling,
none hath a féel [...]ng
to my appealing,
That now in sad distresse
to court and city
My sad woes doe expr [...]sse.
Some honest Courtier
Be my Supporter,
I now intreate,
Some Lord or Barrone,
Pitty old Chyrone,
ere it be t [...]o late,
For now my state you sée is down declining
my ancient building,
is downward yeelding,
In wofull manner
I waile my wretched state,
Oh pity soone, for feare it be too late,
In time I craue it,
And faine would haue it,
for mercies sake,
Take thou some pitie,
Faire London Citie,
my foundation make,
Aged Pauls and I may waile together
and pray to heauen
all may be eauen,
and gifts be giuen
By charitable men,
to beautifie
Our buildings faire agen.
FINIS.
Printed for F. Coules, at the vpper end of the Old Baily.