The Several SPEECHES Made to the Honorable Sir Richard Brown Lord Mayor of the City of LONDON: ON Monday the Twenty Ninth Day of Octo­ber, in the Twelfth Year of His Majesties most happy Reign, ANNO DOM. 1660.

With the manner of the Celebration of this Trium­phant Day; And the various Scenes, Figures, and Pageants; Representing the Royal Oak, and its Pendant Leaves, that preserv'd and enshadow'd our Gracious Lord and Sove­reign King Charles, from the hands of his Blood-thirsty Enemies.

London, Printed by R. WOOD, 1660.

Several Speeches made to the Honourable Sir Richard Brown, Lord Mayor of the City of London on Monday the 9th day of October, in the 12th year of his Majesties most happy Reign, &c.

ON Monday the 29th of October, sundry va­rious and delightful Scenes were present­ed on the Water and the Land, being ce­lebrated in honour of the deservedly ho­noured Sir Richard Brown Baronet, Lord Mayor of the City of London; and perfor­med at the Costs and Charges of the Right Worshipful Company of Merchant-Taylors; who meeting at their Hall in the morning, in their several For­malities, as Gowns, Hoods, Plush coats, sky-coloured Scarffs, attended by 8 of his Majesties Trumpeters, and Kettle-Drums; as also his Majesties Drum Ma [...]or with a like co­loured Scarff about his Waste, with his Maj. other Drums. Being so met, they marched from thence in several Ranks, two Gentlemen carrying his Majesties, and the Duke of Yorks Banners, his Majesties Serjeant Trumpeter, & 8 other Trumpets in the Front of them. In this manner they march­ed towards his Lordships house; and from thence to their Barges laid at the accustomed place; where the several Com­panies, adorned with Streamers and Banners, and fitted with Hoe-boyes, Cornets, Drums and Trumpets, moved by Wa­ter towards Westminster, his Lordship by the way being sa­luted with 20 pieces of Ordnance, as peals of entertainment and joy: Against White-hall was placed a large Fabrick, at the one end whereof a ship floating, rigg'd and man'd; at [Page 2] the other end a Rock with various Figures; one represent­ing Oceanus, who is said to be God of Seas; and the Father of the Rivers. Upon his Lordships approach, he addressed him­self in these words:

I Oceanus of old Coelums race,
That like a Ring doth circle and embrace
The spacious Ʋniverse, God of the Main,
And unto Rivers Lord and Soveraign
Am come to grace my Daughter, Silver Thames,
So much admir'd and lov'd by Royal James:
Whose peaceful reign did make her murmures sweet
Not harsh her Tyde run with harmonious feet:
'Tis Peace that barbs the Billows scums the foam,
Inviteth Trade abroad, and brings it home:
My Lord, You are a Royal Substitute,
Your clear Election is without dispute;
Imploy your Interest, Trade may now encrease,
And be envolv'd within the Arms of Peace.
Then shall my Grand-Girles
Syriens.
not betray, but sing,
And drink Carouses to Great Britains King

The Speech ended, his Lordship, Aldermen, and Compa­nies, landed at Westminster, and the accustomed Ceremonies being performed, they returned to Baynards Castle, and from thence the whole body moved towards the East end of St. Pauls, in the Front of which the Gentlemen of the Ar­tillery marched to shew their affection and loyalty, being led by Sir John Robinson, President of the said Fraternity, and Lieutenant of the Tower, in his Scarlet Gown and Sword. His Lordship being come to the East end of Pauls, he was entertained by a Pageant or Scene (representing a Pavillion or Tent-Royal,) with a most elegant Speech from the Sena­tor; [Page 3] which being ended, his Lordship moved towards Cheap­side, and drawing near the Nags-head Tavern was received by another Scene, seated like a Wood, in the midst whereof was a formal building like a house, where several persons in the habit of Wood-men and Wood-Nymphs disported themselves, dancing about the Royal Oke. And upon the Companies approach, one of the Wood-men calls to the rest of his Companions, saying; Mass, Gotheard, Mass, Log­red, zen ye, zen ye, what a warren a gay voke are yonden, Zibb, Tib, Trot, Zquot, Wab, Win, Nab Gin, what done to mean wullo beezen the vine zight, ho ho, what pestilent gay vellow's you: 'Twas answer'd, the Lord Mayor. Che vears en not vor all that cham resolv'd to zay zomething toll en: And so he proceeded in this following Rustick Dialect.

A Meezle take thee, Neame cham glad to zee thee,
Give me thoy hond, how don mine Aunt I prithee?
Had Iche but known o this zame gaudy Noon,
Chad dond on viner Cloathes and viner Shoon;
Thone we but Rusticks are, and Woods done keep,
Ich know there is vine Wool elongs to Sheep,
And zome there are now wear the vinest thread
In zimple Russet ha bin zheltered,
We Woodmen ha bin honest Chil zay that,
And a vart vort, cham sure that [...]he know what
The sturdy Oak ha bin a vrend to zome
It wud no bow, no more o that but Mum
Iche hope your Lordship takes all in good part
Cham sure Ich love a Woodman wi mine heart,
In down-right English, Sir, y'are welcome to
That place of Honour hath been long your due.

The Speech ended, Silvanus the Rural God, attyred like a Huntsman, accosts the Lord Mayor in these words:

NO more of noise as you respect our Care,
Forsake your Natures, and be still as Ayr;
Er'e Time had laid his Iron Coat aside,
And Peace was rather ravisht then a Bride:
Whilest that the subtle Eye of Tyranny
Greedily hunted after Majesty,
The Close Trunck of the Oke did entertain,
And so secur'd your Royal Soveraign.
Twice she receiv'd him in her happy Womb,
At his conveying hence, and coming home;
As though a greater Knot had been t'untie,
Then e're was twisted in the Prophesie.
The pendant Leaves his head enshadow'd round,
Not onely to conceal, but to be crown'd;
The Bark that brought him, flew as though it meant
To steal upon Us without Times consent.
Thus does the Oke draw a fresh breath from Fame
By the instinctive Virtue of his Name;
And consecrated ought to be to Jove,
Producing both th'effects of Peace and Love.
The Rusticks shall be civiliz'd, and now
Embrace what heretofore they'd not allow,
About the Royal Oke the Nymphs shall sing,
And dance a measure to their Lord the King:
The Woodmen so refus'd shall on each Tree
Inscription make of their quit slavery,
And for a Girdle in a Garter sense
'Bout th'Oke write Hony soit qui maly Pence.

Which done, his Lordship passed towards the East end of Cheadside, where he was entertained by another Scean, be­ing a Chariot drawn by a Lion and a Lamb; in the Chariot was placed three Figures, Peace, Truth, and Plenty: the Cha­riot was driven by Time, who saluted his Lordship in these words:

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MY LORD,

TIME is the Register of all mens Acts
Or good, or bad, their vertue and their facts.
Although by Violence he hath been made
A property unto the Traytors Trade:
Yet Time (that every secret brings to light)
At last (you see) their Treacheries requites,
Payes them in their own Coyn, the bloudy stamp,
Dun hath turn'd Surgeon cur'd them of the Cramp.
Treason may flourish for a little space,
But Time at length writes Villain in its face.
Whil'st Julius Caesars death Revengless past
Rome ne're was free from Sword Fire Plague and Wast,
Till Time reveal'd the Murderers; and then
Their better Genius did return agen,
And clos'd up Janus Temple. Though Time hath
Been curst by those had neither Wit nor Faith,
But rashly did conclude hee'd never mend,
And therefore in Despair did wish his End.
Yet he for every sore and malady
Hath brought you home a Soveraign Remedy,
Occasion is his fore-top, which had some
Long since ta'ne hold of, bad dayes had not come:
'Twas not Times fault, but theirs that let him go,
Hee's swift of foot, their Courage was but slow:
You have been wise in this (Sir) to your praise,
Oretak'n Time, renew'd the Alchion Days,
With such A lacrity, that poreing on
with serious eye, my Enchyridion
That monstrous Murder that out-fac'd the Sun
Appears to me as yesterday but done:
So home hath Justice follow'd them, their heels
Are now tript up, each his own horrour feels.
This was Times work, though Wisdome was the Scout,
Without Time nothing could be brought about:
Peace is restor'd, Truth doth in Triumph ride,
Not long since scorn'd, forsaken, and deny'd.
Plenty their Hand-maid follows to maintain
The Majesty of the Heroick Train:
It is a Maxime (Trayters bitter Cup)
Wars maketh Thieves, but Peace doth hang them up.
Since Time has done such Cures by Providence,
Let him not be abus'd under pretence
Of this, or that, Seeds of Phanatick brains;
But while you govern (Sir) hold in the Reynes:
And while the glorious Star-bestudy'd Sky
Retains a light your Fame shall never dy.

The Speech ended, his Lordship and the whole Atten­dance passed down the old Jury through Catt-eaten street, and Lad-Lane, Maiden-lane, from which place to his Lord-ships house, a Gallery was made by the Company of Mer­chant-Taylors on the North; and on the South by the Gen­tlemen of the Artillery and their Attendants, where another Scene or Rock was placed, on the top whereof a Figure, re­presenting Peace, and upon his Lordships entring into his house, Peace saluted him from the top of the Rock, as fol­loweth:

AFter so many various Sceans of strife,
Horrour and mischief acted to the life,
By those that seem'd to own the shapes of men,
But Monsters rather were of Cau [...]us Denn,
Whole sulphurous Nostrels breath'd intestine Jars,
Sword, Fire, and Famine, the effect of Wars:
Peace (that their hate and fury did exile)
Is once again return'd unto this Isle.
And with her brought Truth to Illuminate,
Your hearts to nourish Love, and banish Hate.
Truth is the Center wherein all things meet,
The Chard by which Wisdome directs her feet,
The ground of Science; Seal to Charity,
The unmov'd Rock: tip of Eternity.
While Peace and truth do flourish in the Land,
Plenty shall wait on it with a full hand:
Ceres shall cram your Barns, and Bacchus crown
Your Boles, no more of Penury be known:
Trade long since dead, reviv'd shall be again
By th'vertual Influence of your Soveraign,
Whose gracious Beams, like to the Sun doth shine,
Upon his subjects by a Power Divine;
Whose Immence, Majesty, and Glory shall
Out-last Times Age, vnd the Worlds Funeral.
Blest be the happy minute of his birth
That elevates our Joyes above the Earth:
Flora the Queen of May shall honoured be
By all the Sons of Lyrick Poesy:
And you my Lord whose prudent care hath bin
Imploy'd in the great Work to bring Him in,
Keep Faction down, suppress Seditions seed,
The bag being broke did the Imposthume breed:
Let it not gather to a head again,
Infectious matter dwells in a bad brain:
So shall your years and happiness encrease,
Live in your Countries love, and die in Peace.

The Speech being ended, the Companies went to their respective Halls; and the Gentlemen of the Artillery took leave, and marched into the Artillery Ground, taking leave of the truly honoured Sir John Robi [...]son by their several Vol­lies.

FINIS.

MERCƲRIƲS CALEDONIƲS. COMPRISING The Affairs now in Agitation in SCOTLAND: WITH A Survey of Forraign Intelligence.

‘Conamur Tenues Grandia.’

An extract out of the Kingdome of Englands Intelligencer.

WE must begin this New-year with the last day of the Old, if it be but to tell the Reader, that the Parliamentary Intelligencer (as he has good reason) hath changed his name; the Parliament it self (from whom he borrowed that Compellation) being now dissolved, though 'tis not in the power of Malice or Folly to mis-name that Parliament, since his Majesty hath pleased with his own Sa­cred Lips, to bid us call it the Healing and the Blessed Parlia­ment.

Edinburgh, Printed by a Society of Stationers, 1661.

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