A seasonable Letter of Advice delivered to the Major of London; as He was sitting at Common Councell at Guild-Hall, on Tuesday the 27. of December, and by Him read on the Bench.
YOur very good friends here present understand by some Members of your Councell, that you have many difficulties to wrastle with, which are cast in amongst you by ill-affected Members to the peace of this Nation. Your Adversaries will grow upon you by your delayes. The eyes of the Nation are upon you. Glory or shame will be your potion. Your Authority hath the only lawfull stamp; all others are but pretenders: Resolution and Expedition are the Mothers of glorious actions. Sir, you are more neerly concerned in this glorious work then any other person. If by delayes the work succeedeth not, I dare assure you the fury of the People will unavoidable fall upon you: but I hope your good Example will prevent the ill consequence of it. The pretended Authority fear your Councell; but their only hope is, you may as easily be misled by them, as you were caught by that silly Gull Fleetwood, by the pretence of a free Parliament. Verbum sapienti.