THE Triumphs Of London▪ Prepared for the Entertaiment of the Right Honorable Sir THOMAS LANE, Knight, Lord Mayor of the City of LONDON.

CONTAINING A full Description of the Pageants, Speeches, Songs, and the whole Solemnity of the Day.

Performed one Monday the 29 of October, 1694.

Set forth at the Proper Cost and Charges of the HONORABLE COMPANY of CLOTHWORKERS.

Published by Authority.

LONDON, Printed and are to be Sold by Richard Baldwin, at the Oxford Arms Inn, in Warwick-Lane. 1694

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE Sir THOMAS LANE, Knight, LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON.

My Lord,

BEfore I congratulate Your Lordship's happy In­auguration to the Pretorial Dignity, I must first pay my duteous Veneration to the Merit that advanced You thither. Your Lordship had that Remarkable Triumph in Your Election, that when You stood Candidate for the Chair, You brought so fair a Mass of Virtues to intitule You to that Pretenti­on, that instead of Doubts and Scrutinyes, the tedious Disputes and Jars of Voices and Parties, too common in too many Elections, 'twas enough for such Merit as Sir Thomas Lane's only to enter the Lifts and carry the Conquest. Divided Favours were utterly Stran­gers there. Your Lordship was that universal Darling that less than an hour began and concluded the Choice; insomuch that there wanted no more to fix Your Lordship's Wreath of Honour, then only to pre­sent the Brow that wears it.

[Page] And as Magistracy, especially in so high a Station, as Your Lordship's, is no less then the immediate Lievtenancy of Majesty, the Deputy and Represen­tative of Soveraign Power, Your Lordship makes Your Entry to that Honorable Post of Trust with all those eminent Advantages, as must fully answer the Expectation of the World. For You bring with You, that Vivacity and Sprightlyness of a fair and Active Youth to undertake it, a Genius and a Soul, and all the warmth of a Publick Spirit to execute it; and to both these, that unshaken Fidelity to Crown the Hand that holds it. Nay not to want even the least Ornament or Decoration of Dignity, You bring a Person too even to grace the Honour You wear.

Thus as a Vigilant and Faithful Magistrate is a true Crown Jewel, Your Prince and Your Country, those two great Ascendants, being Your Lordships whole Influencing Powers, You challenge all the Qualificati­ons for the Highest and clearest Lustre that that tru­ly Royal Jem can bear.

Nay Your Accession to Magistracy gives us this particular Observation, that Your Lordship enters the Seat, left You so warm with the Merit that fill'd it before You, to whose worth and Virtues Your Lordship brings not only a Succession, but an Allyance too. Thus as the Encouragement of Religion, and the Suppression of Vice have been so Exemplar a La­bour and Endeavour before You, Your Lordship [Page] Approaches enricht with those Principles and that Zeale, for the effectual keeping up those Sacred Fa­sces of Authority so descended and lodged in Your Hand; that all Good Men live in hopes that such Leading Originals may stand as lasting Patterns e­ven to latest Generations And thus in this great Work so well begun and so continued, though Your Lord­ship's Dignity is that Honour which You hold but one short Year, nevertheless, You will lay those Foundations of that Glory as will last to Ages; in which true Propheticks, give me leave to Write my self,

My Lord,
Your Lordships▪ most Dutiful Servant, E. SETTLE.

TO THE Honourable Company OF CLOTHWORKERS.

Gentlemen,

IN my Address to the Company of Clothworkers, I am en­tred within those Walls that lead me to a very fair Survey of no common Worth and Merit. For I may justly con­cede You this Fair Renown, viz. That the whole Gran­deur of England is in a high measure owing to your worthy So­ciety. For as the Gold of our Fleece, and the Wealth of our LOOM is in a manner our whole English Peru: And the back of the Sheep, and not the Entrayls of the Earth is our chief Mine of Riches. The Silkworm is no Spinster of ours; and our Wheele and our Webb, Gentlemen, are all your own.

Thus as Trade is the life-blood of the English Nation, and indeed the very Supporter of the Crown; so the greatest Branch of the English Trade lies in the Clothworkers Hands. Our Floating Castles, I confess, Our Naval Commerce, bring us in both the Or and the Argent, and indeed the whole wealth of the World: They bring it in, 'tis true, but when throughly exa­mined, 'tis Your CLOTH sends out to fetch 'em. And thus whilst the Imperial Britannia is so formidable to her Foes, and [Page 2] so potent to her Friends, her Strength and her Power, when duly consider'd, to the Clothworkers Honour I may justly say, 'tis Your Shuttle nerves her Arm, and Your Woof that enrobes her Glory.

But not to insist upon that single Merit alone, the Extent of Your Trade, and the Reputation You have acquired, these being no more than the common work of Your Industry; no, I have a Diviner Theme before me, the Hundreds of Your poor Pensioners that yearly taste Your Bread, and wear Your Cloth, a Cloth so worne, possibly the fairest Web in Your whole Loom.

Nor, Gentlemen, is Your Bounteous Goodness bounded here, Your Charity confined within Your own Gates, Your own Hos­pitable Roof only: but Your more spreading Acts of Mercy and Humanity have a yet larger Extent. Those two fair Si­sters, the Vniversities, both Rivals to Your kind Favours, lay their equal claim to Your Gracious Smiles, witness your con­stant and generous Exhibitions, Your cherishing Hand towards the Nursery of Arts and Sciences.

Thus not only our great Channel of Trade runs through the worthy Clothworkers, but the two Great Fountains of Learn­ing too must acknowledge You their Patrons and Benefactors. Nay, Your goodness deseends to cherish Literature, even in Inferiour Schools of Youth, supported and maintained by You; and not only so but communicates its cherishing warmth to Age and Grey Hairs; when besides Your Pensioners at home, so many Alms-houses of both Sexes look up to the Honourable Clothworkers for their feeding Hand.

In recounting the Clothworkers Worth, not to walk further into so spacious a Field, 'tis sufficient that Your Charity alone displays You truly Honourable. For Charity as it is the highest Heavenly Vertue, so ir carries likewise the highest worldly Ho­nour too. For whatever great Names and gay Scutcheons, those emptier Blazons of Worth and Dignity may pretend; there's no Grandeur nor Magnificence equals this. For even Statues and Pyramids are but faint Memorials, and speak but dead Praise; [Page 3] whilst fed Mouths and cloathed Nakedness are the living Monu­ments of Honour. The cheerful and Thankful Praiers of the Poor are of all the loudest Trumps of Fame, for their sound reaches Heaven, and makes the sweetest and most greatful Mu­sick there.

And Gentlemen, as those soft Airs create so divine a Harmo­nies; to encrease that tuneful Quire, may You never want that generous and continued Succession of Charity, those daily Bene­factors with full Hands and open Hearts, who in pious emula­tion of the fair Examples before 'em, shall study to copy from such Illustrious Patterns; so feed the hungry Bellies, so cover the naked Backs, and so warm the chilling Roofs, till in reward of the drooping Heads they raise here below, they come to crown their own above; which with last hearty wish

I am GENTLEMEN,
Your most humble Servant. E. SETTLE.

The First PAGEANT.
The Seat of SOVERAIGNTY.

A Stately Pyramid stands erected upon four Rich Columns wreathed round with Golden Laurel, and other Or­naments. Round this chief Pyramide upon the Corinsh of the Columns stand four smaller Pyramids, all of them hung with Trophies as being the Acquisitions of Soveraign Power. In the front of the Pageant, sits Augusta representing London, with three other Figures, viz. Concord, Prudence, and Justice. Beneath are planted 4 Figures more, viz. Europe, Asia, Africa, and America, the other four Thames, Tyber, Nile and Indus. Intimating that the whole World, by way of Trade and Com­merce contributes to the Wealth and Grandeur of London. The whole Prgeant is duly applyed to My Lord, as being the Re­presentative of Majesty within the City of London.

Augusta's SPEECH.

WHilst proud Augusta, thus Majestic Great,
Circled with Trophies fills her Royal Seate.
Augusta, her just Praises to reherse,
Of all her Sisters of the Vniverse,
The fairest noblest Town; My Soveraign Thames
No less a Vassal than the Ocean claims,
Whilst Tributary Worlds their Homage yield:
My Glorious Brow, Wealth, Power, and Honour Guild.
Wealth, Honour, Power, 'tis true, my Pyramids build:
But Virtue and fair Industry alone,
Tis they support my State, and found my Throne.
[Page 7] And that Great Work, my Lord, belongs to You;
Fair Virtues propagation is Your due.
Encouraged Piety, cherisht Industry,
Corrected Vice must Your great Province be,
And whilst Your Lordship's Smiling Influence,
To happy London shall it's warmth dispense;
With Rosy Garland Ile adorne my Towrs,
Ile wear them Sir, but You shall plant my Flow'rs.

The Second PAGEANT.
The Garden of PLENTY.

ON a large Stage at each end are planted four Flowr potts richly embossed with Gold, over these arises a Rich Arbour all sumptuously deckt with Flowr's and Fruit of Gold, and out of four less Flow'r Pots more, above the Arch, these Pots likewise of Gold, issue fair Trees, adorned with several Fruits and Flowr's, and over all is hanged a Golden Fleece. Beneath this Arbor sits Jason, as the Capital Figure with a Dragon in a large Shield, who conquer'd the Dragon to obtain the Golden Fleece.

This Pageant is intirely applicable to the Honourable Cloth­workers, the Fleece being a Golden one, Morally so represent­ed by Virtue of the Riches arising from the Manufacture of the Fleece. That the Dragon being a watchful Creature, intimates the Caution Industry and Vigilance that ought to secure sup­port and preserve Trade; whilst Jason that gave the Dragon a sleeping Potion, and so carry'd away the Golden Fleece was in reality an Industrous Merchant that equipt his Ship the Ar­gonant, and by Traffick and commerce carry'd off the Golden Flerce viz. the Trade of the World. Jason is attended by 3 other Figures representing Commerce, Navigation and Industry. [...]

Jason's SPEECH.

JAson of Old was a bold Youth of Greece,
Subdu'd a Dragon for a Golden Fleece.
A fairer Wreath Your Lordship's Worth attends,
For here proud London's prostrate Dragon bends.
So just a Hand with Powr's Regalia graced;
Honour and trust were never nobler placed.
And, Sir, if great Examples could but teach,
The imitating World Their heights to reach,
Your Leading Virtue, such deserts to Crown,
From the kind▪ Heaven's must pull those Blessings down,
Till this Blest Town shall my Rich Treasures hold,
Reap both my Golden Fruit and Fleece of Gold.

The Chariot of APOLLO.

A Very Rich Chariot is drawn by two Golden Griffons the Supporters of the Honourable Company of Cloth­workers; in the Chariot is seated Apollo, who as the God of Wisdom and also God of the Day, was a Shepherd to King Admetus, and is properly applyed to the Clothworkers as that under his Beames both the Sheep and the Shepherd are warmed and cherisht. Upon the approach of my Lord, when Apollo aris­es to address him, a Rich Figure of the Rising Sun of above 10 foot Diameter, not seen before, appears above his Head out of the back of the Chariot with all his Beames display'd in Gold▪ On each Griffon ride two Triumphant Figures.

Apollos SPEECH.

RIse Rise my Sun; with Your full Orb ascend▪
T' Augustas Lord Your Brighest Lustre lend.
Thus the Homaging Apollo bends before ye,
To hail Your fair Inauguration Glory.
Your Raigning Virtue and my smiling Day,
[Page 10] Shall equally their Cherishing Beams display.
Wisdom and Justice are that awful Power,
Commands the Stars: Nor can my Sun do more,
Hail thou Great Sir, to a propitious Year,
Till You Your Orb: as I my glittering Sphear.
Your glorious Chair with my provd Chariot joyne,
To warm ond cheer the World, together shine.

The Fourth Pageant of TRADE.

IN this Pageant is the whole Art and Mistery of the Cloth­workers exprest, by all manner of Persons actually concern­ed in all Branches of the Trade, as Carding, Combing, Spin­ning, Rowling, Shearing of Wool, &c. The chief Figure is Jack of Newbury in his proper Habit upon a Rich Seat erected for him. In the Front of the Pageant is placed the Golden Ram the Crest of the Worshipful Company, the Page­ant a very large one, being fill'd with several persons in Rurale and Pastoral Habits Dancing and rejoycing with their Pipes and other Country Musick suitable to their Characters, and also to the Solemn Joys of the Day.

Jack of Newbury's SPEECH.

Amongst Your prouder Train in this great Day,
Here's Jack of Newbury does his hontage pay.
'Tis true, My Lord, I am but a homely Guest,
Plain Jack, an honest Clothier of the West.
But in that Name I more than Titles wore.
My Fleece and Loom that golden Harvest bore
As fed whole Thousands. What can Princes more?
Trade was my Honour; Trade does Riches bring,
And Riches make Companions for a King.
Tho Jack of Newbury so famed in Story,
Was once the Clothworkers Renown and Glory,
My Poorer name Your Lordships shall out shine.
Be You Your Ages Honour, as I mine.

A SONG.

I.
COme all the nine Sisters, that fill the Great Quire,
For here's a Rich Theme must the Muses inspire.
The Clothworkers Glory
So fair lies before ye;
So famous and antient their Honour begun,
When Adam first delv'd and our Mother Eve spun.
II.
Nor the Gold nor the Pearl old England shall lack.
You send out Your Cloth and the Indies come back.
On your fair Foundation
The Wealth of the Nation,
Our Wooll and our Web, the Supporters of Crowns,
'Tis Wooll-Sacks found Bridges, and Fleeces build Towns.
III.
Whilst thro' twelve Starry Signs, as Astronmers say,
To circle the Year, drives the great God of Day.
Thro Aries and Taurus
Triumphant and glorious,
Whilst the Ram in the Heavens does so splendid appear,
'Tis the Clothworkers Crest begins the Fair-Year.
IV.
Two Griffons of Gold, your Supporters so fair,
Those compounds of Lyon and Eagle wait there.
The Lyon 'tis true Sirs
In homage to you Sirs,
As Lord of the Land, and the Eagle of the Ayr,
To the Clothworkers glory their Fealty bear.
V.
The Thistle, the Clothworkers Servant so kind,
Long glit ring in Gold in their Scutheon has shined;
The Thistle 'tis true, Sirs,
To give her her due, Sirs,
With the fair English Rose, both of Royal Renown,
To the Clothworkers Honour, the Thistle and Crown,
VI.
Since Fortune's but Whele, and the great Book of Doom.
With Life but a Thred is tbe work of the Loom,
The Fates those dire Sisters
Our Destiny Twisters;
'Tis Clothworking all. For Living or Dead,
'Tis he's only blest that spins a fair Thred.
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