LONDON KING CHARLES HIS AUGUSTA, OR, CITY ROYAL.

Of the Founders, the Names, and oldest Honours of that CITY.

An Historicall and Antiquarian Work.

Written at first in Heroicall Latin Verse, according to Greek, Roman, British, English, and other Antiquities and Authorities, and now translated into English Couplets, with Annotations.

PSAL. 142.5.

Memor fui dierum antiquorum.

Imprimatur,

Na. Brent.

LONDON. Printed for William Leybourn, 1648.

TO THE READER,

Courteous Reader,

THou art here presented with an Historicall Poem of the antiquity of this (yet) fa­mous City; where thou shall finde the Ancient Honours with the severall Names, and Founders neatly cast into this elegant composure as well be fits so excellent a Subject.

For the Author, it seems, he was not ambitious that his Name should grace his Worke, but rather that his Worke should grace his Name: for let me tell thee, it came from the Studie of that accomplished Poet of our Time, Sir Will. Davenant, whose In­genious Fancy hath spun him such a woofe, of im­mortall praise, that shall never be eaten through, with the all-else devouring teeth of Time, or blasted by the poysonous breath of envy.

And now I shall cleare the Title from some aspersi­ons which malice might be ready to cavill at, because, happily, it may be thought not Calculated for the Pre­sent [Page] Times; yet who knows not that LONDON hath always had the honour to be, (as well as to be call'd) The City Royall; and I hope, Learning is not so much forgot, but by that easie figure it may still be tearmed, the City Loyall; and then why not King Charles his Augusta? although, for more then the last Lustre of yeares it hath been Divorc'd from it's greatest lustre, namely, the presence of Him, who only made it Famous.

To conclude, May it be the prayer of all Loyall Subjects, and true Citizens, that it would please the All-Mighty, Isa. 1.26. to turne that Prophesie, into an History amongst us, viz. that He would restore our Judges as at the First, and our Counsellors as at the Begin­ning; that afterwards, it may be called the City of Righteousnesse; the faithfull City.

Vale.

Polid. Virgil. Anglicae Hist. lib. 7.

Caeterùm, tantùm abfuit, ut Londinenses Cives, qui fide­lissimi erant, armis & viris muniti, adventu hostium ter­riti sint, ut apertis partis adversùm eos [DACOS] confestim irruperint, ita ut illi minimè sustinentes subitò cesserint.

The valour of the Citizens at the siege of LONDON by the DANES, under King CANUTUS. Anno Dom. MXVII.

BUt so far was it off from the Citizens of London, who were most faithfull, and furnished with arms and men, from being frighted at the enemies approach, that forthwith setting their City Gates wide open, they sallyed out against them in such a manner, that they being utterly unable to endure the shock, sodainly fell off and went away.

The English of the Latine Verses to the KING, To make the TRANSLATION compleat.

FAmes old reserves my verses subject be,
Who London built, most sprosp'rous King for thee,
(Thine Empires glory, splendor, and defence,
Now braver in our there born
Alluding to the Star which appeared at noon-day. The Latin word, in the o­riginall, is Astriferi, which signifies, or in­sinuates, far more aptly then the En­glish, a Prince who brought a Star with him at his birth, though happing a day over.
starry Prince)
Wall'd like an Harp in form (an omen sure,
That peace, and happy rule should there endure)
Whence the name grew; and what the changes were:
I sing in brief. Things found, not fain'd are here.
Th' Isles Mother-town, where Cynthia had her seat,
Our Auspurg once, because Imperiall great,
I show to be such still, as fits thy fame,
And now Aeternall, if thou say'st the same.
"Old things have ever with the Great their grace;
"And greatly make for Kings of ancient race.
None more then Thou, by whom all claimes are barr'd.
I tell not which is true, but what is heard.
"He's blest who can part doubtfull things from sound.
Mean-while then these none certainer are found.
As none, dread Sir, then I more thine can be,
Who art his sonne who was a God to me.

KING CHARLES HIS AUGUSTA, OR CITY ROYAL.

HE built this City, who the Nation
NENNIUS (who wrote about eight hundred years since) in Mr. Seldens Manu­script, diligently cō ­pared by himselfe with Sir H. Saviles, Sir Robert Cottons, & M. Cambdens copies. Sir Iohn Prise, Hum­frey Lhuyd, & all the Welsh, with innume­rable other of our Nation, their follow­ers.
brought,
(As we by al our old known books are taught,
And to deny them faith our manners shames)
Upon the rising banke of royall Thames;
That valiant Worthy, who did not bely,
With deeds degenerous, his ancestry,
Equall to Kings of Troy, for parts and fame,
Most luckie dismally who rightly came
From the same stemm where Julius Caesar grew,
The Sylvian glory and sirnamed new,
Of his known flight (with
Plinie, and before him Diodorus Si [...] who writes that [...] the Lucanian Lan­guuge BRU [...] signifies fugitives, [...]
flight the word doth suit)
In old Lucanian who was wise, ye [...] Brut [...].
Of him our famous
Scorbie-grasse, which the Romans call Britannica.
h [...] took also [...]ame,
If true it be that from a Kings it came,
As he who was Vespasians
Plinie.
freind sets down.
By flight fates drew the way for Brutes renwon,
"As for Aenoa [...]. Crowne [...] [...]o cowerds [...],
"No more then unstirr'd flames the roof attain.
This was his Troy, his Trinobants cheif seat,
His empires top, by him in time made great.
But being found for ships a port secure,
(Th [...] Wels [...] a ship call
Mr. Camden in his Britannia.
Lhong) it did enu [...],
In after-ages far another name,
Even London, which it beareth still the same.
And this, if some wise men rove right, is true;
Dinas, in Welsh a City. Thus it grew.
Mr. Selden, and many of the Welsh.
There othe [...] are who think it call'd Lhan-Tain,
And of Dianas temple there did gain,
That famous title: Lhan, a temple is,
And Tain, Diana▪ London grew from this.
Now, more then stories, if conjectures weigh,
(A thing to which even common sense saith nay)
Of all conjectures this to me seems best.
For under her, as Goddesse, to the West,
Beyond the Colts land, where the Sun goes down,
That brave heroick Prince, born to renown,
Great Brutus barvely came, and fixt his seat,
Within the Oceans bosome, fixt that great,
Imperiall state, beyond the worlds known end,
Shut out, where he his own known world did tend.
Nor Tamisis, but Tainisis is Tames,
If rightly call'd; Dianas name it names.
This, many of our Britannes (they are those,
Whom we call Welshmen) for a truth depose.
And what thou hast, my Williams, in this case,
Most aptly found, my memory must embrace.
Thou art opinioned; that as the name,
Of London, from the great Diana came,
So, that it was with this word Lin, put to,
Which signifies a Pool, where waters doe,
As here they did, cause lakes: and this is plain;
Because the Tames
The Poole is a place so called in the River of Thames neer to the Tower of Lon­don where ships ride thickest at anchor, & lies before the marshy medows & standing waters in the runn [...] lands of Redderiffe, which seem to have al thereof been under water or a Pool.
near part doth still retain,
The title of The pool. Lhyn-Tain is then,
A town there fixt, where to Diana, men,
Had hallowed a lake. To strengthen this,
Lin, and not Lon, in Stephans
Stephanus (who wrote above a thou­sand yeares since in Greeke) in his Book of Cities. And Mar­cianus in his circum-navigation of Britain, saith that the Citi­zens were of Lindo­ninon called Lindoni­nes, [...].
Lindonion is,
By which that antient Greek did London signe,
Among the Cities which then most did shine.
But not alone this City took her name,
From Dian', but the iland took the same.
For lofty Britain is of Bro combinde,
With Tain, and as Dianas land designde.
Which the fit wedlock of those words begets;
For Bro is land. And that rough shire which sets,
Out far into the sea the huge head so,
Is Penbroke call'd, of Pen an head, and Bro.
Dianas oracles such credit wun,
(As those from which Brutes empire first begun)
That so his Brittans did her name adore,
As Ephesus it selfe did never more.
Muse, what those were assist thou me to sing.
From Troyes last fires whose fame through heaven should ring
Aeneas flying ignorant what fate
Attended for him in the Latin state,
Rais'd, in his passage, upon Pelops shore,
By her direction, near where Boea wore,
Her towrs in forhead of an half-round Bay,
A City call'd
Paulanias in La­conicis.
Etias, call'd, they say,
Of his dear daughter, who that name did bear.
As unto him, so to his grand-childes heir,
(Troyes other glory, and his whole lines grace)
The huntresse Cynthia favourable was.
Brute, flying out of Italy, doth stray,
In unknown Seas, fore-seeing he should sway,
In some brave seat, and Generall of a Fleet,
Wherein above three hundred sail did meet,
With fair winds somewhile, other whiles with fowl,
He from the Admiral did all controll.
Weary with Sea-work, he doth ride at last,
Under a slender Iland, lying waste,
Which in th' old British book Lergecia is.
In ages past a Temple stood in this,
Whose ruines scarcely stood: the walls were clad,
In shallow grasse; and too much light it had,
The roof turn'd window through. Yet th' alter there
Remain'd, and did Dianas title beare.
Brute forth-with knew her, when he this did see,
His houses freind, and patronesse to be,
A Goddesse whom he had not serv'd in vain.
"Without divine help men no good attain.
With due rites honoring her, and offerings store,
He humbly did with humble words adore.
This speak I'on the British books report,
Which into Latin turn'd, and taught to sort,
With common fame, may not distrusted be.
They tasting of a spirit high, and free,
Aswell in sense, as number, he, in vain,
(Who, while he
G. Buchanan in his Histories of Scot­land.
lived, did in verses reign,
Historian turn'd) them blames as fiction meer,
Who well his own might wish the verses were.
And would to heaven these Welsh records in prose,
Were equal in their dignity to those.
"But diamonds in heaps of dirt doe shine,
"And barbarism base unfoldeth lights, divine.
Nor would that Prelate,
Geffrey, born at Monmouth in South-Wales, Bishop of St. Asaph, about 400 years since.
who so clerkly could,
Turn Verses, fain in prose (if fain he would)
Such foolish things as some there found are thought.
He therefore only
This seemes to bee most true. For first Nennius (that disciple of Elnodugus) compendiously memorizeth Brutes fatal birth, his casuall killing of his Father, his sailing into Greece, and Gall, and that this Island took the name of Brittain from him. Then again, an old book found in the library of the Abbey Beck in Nor­mandy, by H. of Huntingdon, (who was born about five hundred yeares since) in his tra­vail to Rome, and the old Welsh copy of Walter Archdeacon of Oxford which Geffrey of Monmouth translated into Latin, contain the same things thoughout (witnesse Mr. Lam­bert, in his Preambulation of Kent) which Nennius briefly touch, and they deliver at large. Therefore Geffrey of Monmouth cannot be so much as fained, to have fained them. But of these things elswhere, both more exactly, and more copiously.
gave us what was brought;
And that his duty was. The faults which be,
There age, if nothing else, pronounceth free.
BRUTES Orison, and Vow.
HUntresse divine, from whom wilde boars doe flye,
Who tracest through the turnings of the skye,
And glades of hell, unfold terrestriall fate;
Say where it is thy will to fix our state.
Seat us where we thine endlesse praise will sound,
And temples reare with queers of virgins crown'd.
Sweet sleep then seiseth on him, and sweet dreams
Present to his tirde soul their pleasing theames.
For shee appear'd, and this fair answer gave,
Which from the true, translatour here we have.
DIANAS Oracle, and Grant
BRute, beyond Gall, where Phoebus stoops to rest,
A land is lodg'd within the Oceans brest,
Which once wilde gyants held, now vacant lyes,
Most fit for Thee Thine There t'encolonize.
Reach This. For Thou shalt ever This enjoy;
This shall to Thine be made a second Troy.
Here, from Thy loines shall royal of-springs growe,
To whom
A Prophesie no­thing lesse then a lie. For the whole World of the Britian Islands which very lately were under King James, is now obedient to his son King CHARLES. The whole World moreover was subject of old to Constantine a Brittain who was Emperour, or Caesar Augustus. The Oracle therefore is fulfilled in both those respects▪ and in a more high, (of which the spirit of the Oracle thought nothing, but as one of the Sibills or Balaam might) that is to say, the Empire of the faith of Christ, by means of that blessed Emperour, being through all Nations most freely spred and setled.
the whole worlds globe shall homage owe.
Hence came it, that so constantly, and long,
Chaste Cynthias honor was the Brittans song.
"Who would'st be sōthing, set thine heart to know
"Things lōg since past: who doth not, old may show
"But is an infant. That which makes men wise,
"Is the records of ages to revise,
"The sacred shrines, and cabanets abstruse,
"Of hoary date, worn out of Vulgar use.
Thus divine Plato was in Aegypt told,
And hath in his Timaeus it enrold.
To herth' whole Island dedicated was.
For where St. Pauls
Sulcardus, an ancient English wri­ter.
most stately church haht place,
Her temple stood, under
Geofrey of Mon­mouth, of the Origi­nall and acts of the Brittains, lib. 2. cap. 1. The seats of the three Arch-flamins were at London, York, and Caer Leon. Sedes Ar­cbistaminum in tribus nobilloribus civitati­bus fuerant Londoni­is, Eboraco, & in Urbe Legionum.
th' Archflamins charge.
The gyants Dance (so call'd) that structure large,
On Plaines of Sal'sbery, the same doth showe,
Where made stōes ar more hard thē stōes that grow
The common sort that heap doth Stonage name;
And albeit heavens whole force beats the same;
As disobedient; undemolisht still,
Yet beares it up the head, and ever will,
Though part be swallowed by the yeilding ground.
It hath two rude rowes of huge stone set round,
(Rude ones indeed unlesse time makes them such,
The art worn out, and of the substance, much)
From under whose vast pile late times did dig,
The antlers of a dear extremely big,
Whose sacrificed body flames had fed.
Such were the offerings which to Cynthia bled.
He, whosoever, holdeth, that the same,
Was rais'd t' immortalise
In the book cal­led Nero Casar.
Bunducas name,
That martial Queen, shall have no foe of me:
For, without Phoebes wrong, it well may be.
Thus Britain ever more that Virgins style.
Britain, th' Atlantick Oceans fairest Ile,
It self the Oceans mistresse, and sole Queen,
Which she to curb from her white clifts is seen.
The circling Seas chief darling, pearl more clear,
Then is the Moon when she doth full appear:
Although the British pearls look pale,
Plinie in his Na­urall History.
and wan,
For grief they took, since so far Caesar ran,
As to break through the secrets of her Seas,
Nor have they yet recover'd their disease;
Unlike those pearls, which that triumphant Prince,
Did gather here, and brought away from hence,
To deck the brest-plate, he to Venus vow'd,
In Venus
Suetonius in his Julius Caesar.
Temple, Rome thereby made proud.
But ever under Virgins was our Ile.
The blessed Virgin had it in her style,
After Diana had the title lost:
The maiden mother Delias glory crost,
"Light drives out darknesse, milde the fierce out-weares,
Protectrix here above one thousand yeares.
This mov'd King Arthur to advance in
William of Mal­mesburie, in his Latin Histories, published by Sr. H. Saevile, and dedicated, with the works of some other our oldest Historians, (by that rare gentleman) to Q. Elizabeth, printed in one great Volume, at London, first, and since beyond the seas. Mr. Camden makes it clear, that this most victorious Britian Prince, King Arthur, was enterred at Glastenburie.
sheild,
The Virgins semblant, who from every field,
Returning victor vanquished in fight,
The Saxons powr's (in vain, through fates despight,
The Britans bravery withering in his death)
And crown'd her forhead wth a
Nennius (who also writteth of the picture in his sheild) nameth the twelve severall places where King Arthur obtained those twelve severall victories, in the like number of set battels.
twelvfold wreath.
England was after call'd, Our Ladies Dow'r.
And we have seen it under maidens pow'r;
Eliza Maiden Queen, her title reft:
Dian' to Mary, Mary t' her it left.
Eliza so was by another name,
Enstyled
The Art of En­glish poesie, a book dedicated to her self. Sir Walter Raleighs English Poem entituled Cynthia, and dedicated to that Goddesse Queen, as Mr. Camden every where calls her. The most famous, and most learned Poet of our Nation, Mr. Spenser, in his Colin Clowt's come home again, mentions Raleighs Cynthia, with much honour.
Cynthia; nor amisse the same.
In the mean time, they will have London be,
Lhan-Tain of her, that the names pedigree.
Let various fancies, under face of truth,
Take whom they will. My Muse things sure ensu'th,
Our Worlds chief City loves not names blind born,
And what's not like her royall self doth scorn.
The brother german of that paramount Prince,
Great Cassibeline, (who drave
Julius Caesar him­self, (though not so clearly) in his Com­mentaries, and all other who have written of his war in Britain, though some of them more magnificently, for Cassibelines glory, as Lucan, then some others have done.
Caesar hence,
And made Romes Eagles back to take their flight,
His Troian wheels swift thūdring through the fight)
His brother, royall Lud, when once he had,
The aged Citie with new buildings clad,
Made all things new, the marble gates, and walls,
Then Dinas-Lud, or
Gildas, the Hi­storian, whom Mon­mowth cites, and Po­lydore Virgil confes­seth to have read.
Lud-Dine he it calls,
(The old name chang'd, which was at first new Troy,
Whose prints the Trin [...]bants in theirs enjoy)
Lud-Dine, of Lud, refounder of the same,
By use, and time, softned to Londons name.
Nor is the word, Lud, barbarous, being found,
In Hebrew names, by
Gen. 10.27.
Moses self renown'd.
Therefore, though Sems Lud was no' 'kin to this,
Yet to the word thence splend or added is.
This, of all Cities in the British clime,
Because, for majesty, it was the prime,
(Old seats a kind of majesty retain)
And finally, because it was the main,
Of all, which being Romes, our Seas did wall,
Those times
Ammianus Mer­cellus.
Augusta (nor did falsly) call.
King
A Greek coyn of the Emperour Clau­dius, in Octavius Stra­da, and in the English Nero Caesar, where it is explained.
Etiminius, or
Svetonius.
Adminius (he,
Who, King Cun' ob [...]lines son was, one of three)
His court kept here, when
Dion Cassius.
Beric sold our land,
To Claudius Caesar, who did Rome command,
And by his right of conquest gain'd therein,
Made Romes walls
Pomeria protulit. Old Inscriptions ex­tant in Gruterus, and Rolinus, and the best ancient authors.
wider then they carst had bin.
London was, long before
Cor. Pacitus, An­nal. lib. 14.
Cornelius wrote,
A place for trade, and concourse most of note,
And known to Rome for such; and long before,
To the bold
Julius Caesar writes, that the Britains sent aid to the Galls: and Strabo, that the Veneti, in Gallia, had sea helps from hence, in their war against Caesar, for preserving their Mart here, which was no where more likely to have been then at London, which, in Neros time, was above all other Towns of ours most famous.
Venets on the Celtick shore:
Which bred such envy, that the fates thought fit,
With Romes self, in mishap to equal it,
Under one tyrant both to cinders turn'd,
That want only, this miserably burn'd.
But Londons greater glory hence did spring,
That the first Christian,
The old Brittish book translated by Monmouth.
Lucius, was her King.
The realm,
Hereof I have long since written a small book, unpubli­shed.
and London, for a signe of this,
One crosse display, gules in argent is.
A glorious standard (God) and good indeed,
When the brave English, here
Matthew of West­minster, and other old ones.
made Pagans bleed,
And Saracens there (that Antichristian sect)
In
Henry of Hun­tingdon, Matthew Ra­nis, [...]o [...]eden, and others.
Cordelions dayes, with blest effect.
Great are these glories, and enow: but more,
Doe here ensue. That Monarch, who first wore,
And first did spred in Roman arms the crosse,
And therewith his own standard did embosse,
Call'd Labarum,
The coines of Con­stantine the Great, and of other Empe­rours, after him, doe show the figure of that heavenly signe, with which he adorned the Imperi­all
[figure]
Banner, or Standard, most richly wrought and set with stones of greatest price, and beautie. Eusebius in Constantines life. The figure in those coines is
who crown'd Christs fold wth rest
The empire carrying with him from the VVest,
He whom new Rome did worthily adore,
Constantinoples name unknown before)
VVas born
Fitz-Stephan, an old Topographer of London, first publish­ed in print by that memorable Citizen, Mr. Iohn Stow. With these few small drops, drawn hither out of my fuller annotations upon the Latin verses, of which these are the translation, I have sprink­led their margents, as with a kinde of dewle salt. For, the noble matter may relish so the more kindly, and be the more fi [...]tly understood, by the learned, and ingenuous reader. Both which aymes of mine will hold good, I hope; who professing my selfe to be herein an Historicall Antiquarie, have truly declared my self to be such, as the duty of mine of­fice did oblige. The contrary whereof, what it were else, then, under the colour of being an Antiquarie, to destroy antiquitie, I must confesse, I know not. The most able Censor among the Greeks, Dionysius Halicarnassaeus, (familiar with Pompey, the Great) in his judge­ment upon the best Greek Historian, Thucydides, is so far from condmning the inserting of Nationall traditions into Histories (such as those of Brute, and some other of ours here are) as he plainly confesseth it to be a duty. His one words are; [...], &c.’ That among all men, aswell in generall, concerning places, as in particulars, concerning cities, such memorials were preserved, as came by hearsay; which sons receiving from their fathers, they again endeavoured to commend by their sons to posterity. They therefore who would write of such, ought to write so, as they finde them received of old. Thus, and much more to that purpose, upon which the justification of Herodotus (whom Cicero styles the Father of Histories) depends, hath that Dionysius written there, and written truly. That the things in that British book, which Geofrey of Monmouth translated, were of such a traditional kinde, his dedicatory Epistle to that valiant, and learned Prince, Robert, Earle of Glocester, natural son to King Henry the first, King of England, clearly declareth. This was the reason which moved Herodotus (without fearing, or caring, to be reputed fabul [...], by the rash, or ignorant, for his so doing) to recite what he commonly found in traditions among Nations, Common-weals, or Cities, touching their own originals, as knowing it to be his duty, as an Historian. Therefore, he tells us, that one Targitau [...], the son of Jupiter, by the daughter of Boristh [...]nes, had three sons, Lipo-xais, Apo-xais, and Colae-xais, among whom he divided all Scyt [...]a, which so became first to be empeopled. The same cause also mo­ved Cornel. Tacitus to remember unto us, that the old Germans derived their beginning from God Tuisto, whose three nephews by his son Mannus, shared Germanie among them, and were of that Nation the first reputed parents. The like (but with much more likelyhood) our oldest British traditions report, of the tripartite division of this great I stand, between Ly­crinus, Camber, and Albanact, the three sons of Brute, Julius Silvius Brutu [...] father of the Britains, and founder of London.
in London, of a Brittish Queen.
For which, and that the place was worthy seen,
To suit the change, Augusta 'twas proclam'd:
Before his dayes not to be found so nam'd.
VVherefore, great City, willingly I grant,
This freeman unto thee, who well may'st vaunt,
Thy selfe thereof, because he prov'd the man,
VVho, first of Emperours, the Title wan,
And great sirname of Great. Then let it be,
An omen apt, that mankindes Cheif, in thee,
The cheif of Cities, should be happy born:
VVhich, boding nothing, yet does both adorn.
But if she had not heretofore been taught,
That stately style, now certainly she ought,
VVhen royall Charles the British empire swayes.
London, which royal Lud did newly raise,
And newly name, now ought Augusta be,
VVell able to make good that old decree.
The world too narrow for the same she beares,
With lofty crest she roll's the heavenly spheares.
Then, 'till the Thames shall cease to ebb, & flow,
The ground to bear, and skyes about to goe,
(The heavens, and earth to her most freindly both)
Aeternall flow'rs the state thereof shall cloath,
Far (if God will) beyond the reach of spight,
And, never braver, is Augusta right.
FINIS.

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