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GENIUS	A
Time Fate and Fortune have at length conspir'd	B
To give our Age the day so much desir'd	B
What all the minutes houres weekes months and yeares	A
That hang in file upon these silver haires	A
Could not produce beneath the Britaine stroke	C
The Roman Saxon Dane and Norman yoke	C
This point of Time hath done Now London reare	D
Thy forehead high and on it strive to weare	D
Thy choisest gems teach thy steepe Towres to rise	A
Higher with people set with sparkling eyes	A
Thy spacious windowes and in every street	E
Let thronging joy love and amazement meet	E
Cleave all the ayre with shouts and let the cry	D
Strike through as long and universally	F
As thunder for thou now art blist to see	F
That sight for which thou didst begin to bee	F
When Brutus plough first gave thee infant bounds	A
And I thy Genius walkt auspicious rounds	A
In every furrow then did I fore looke	C
And saw this day mark't white in Clotho's booke	C
The severall circles both of change and sway	G
Within this Isle there also figur'd lay	G
Of which the greatest perfectest and last	H
Was this whose present happinesse we tast	H
Why keepe you silence daughters What dull peace	A
Is this inhabits you Shall office cease	A
Upon th'aspect of him to whom you owe	I
More than you are or can be Shall Time know	I
That article wherein your flame stood still	J
And not aspir'd Now heaven avert an ill	J
Of that black looke Ere pause possesse your brests	A
I wish you more of plagues Zeale when it rests	A
Leaves to be zeale Up thou tame River wake	C
And from thy liquid limbes this slumber shake	C
Thou drown'st thy selfe in inofficious sleepe	K
And these thy sluggish waters seeme to creepe	K
Rather than flow Up rise and swell with pride	H
Above thy bankes Now is not every tide	H
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TAMESIS	A
To what vaine end should I contend to show	I
My weaker powers when seas of pompe o'reflow	J
The Cities face and cover all the shore	D
With sands more rich than Tagus wealthy ore	D
When in the floud of joy that comes with him	L
He drownes the world yet makes it live and swimme	L
And spring with gladnesse not my fishes here	D
Though they be dumbe but doe expresse the cheere	D
Of these bright streames No lesse may these and I	D
Boast our delights albe't we silent lie	D
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GENIUS	A
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Indeed true gladnesse doth not alwayes speake	C
Joy bred and borne but in the tongue is weake	C
Yet lest the fervour of so pure a flame	L
As this my Citie beares might lose the name	L
Without the apt eventing of her heat	H
Know greatest James and no lesse good than great	H
In the behalfe of all my vertuous sonnes	A
Whereof my eldest there thy pompe fore runnes	A
A man without my flattering or his Pride	H
As worthy as he's blest to be thy guide	H
In his grave name and all his brethrens right	H
Who thirst to drink the nectar of thy sight	H
The Councell Commoners and multitude	H
Glad that this day so long deny'd is view'd	H
I tender thee the heartiest welcome yet	H
That ever King had to his Empires seat	H
Never came man more long'd for more desir'd	H
And being come more reverenc'd lov'd admir'd	H
Heare and record it In a Prince it is	A
No little vertue to know who are his	A
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With like devotions doe I stoope t'embrace	A
This springing glory of thy god like race	A
His Countries wonder hope love joy and pride	H
How well doth hee become the royall side	H
Of this erected and broad spreading Tree	D
Under whose shade may Britaine ever be	D
And from this Branch may thousand Branches more	D
Shoot o're the maine and knit with every shore	D
In bonds of marriage kinred and increase	A
And stile this land the navill of their peace	A
This is your servants wish your Cities vow	M
Which still shall propagate it selfe with you	N
And free from spurres of hope that slow minds move	O
He seekes no hire that owes his life to love	P
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And here shee comes that is no lesse a part	H
In this dayes greatnesse than in my glad heart	H
Glory of Queenes and glory of your name	L
Whose graces doe as farre out speak your fame	L
As Fame doth silence when her trumpet rings	A
You daughter sister wife of severall Kings	A
Besides alliance and the stile of mother	D
In which one title you drowne all your other	D
Instance be that faire shoot is gone before	D
Your eldest joy and top of all your store	D
With those whose sight to us is yet deny'd	H
But not our zeale to them or ought beside	H
This Citie can to you For whose estate	H
Shee hopes you will be still good advocate	H
To her best Lord So whilst you mortall are	D
No taste of sowre mortalitie once dare	D
Approach your house nor fortune greet your Grace	A
But comming on and with a forward face	A
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GENIUS	A
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Stay what art thou that in this strange attire	D
Dar'st kindle stranger and un hallowed fire	D
Upon this Altar	D
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Fl	D
Rather what art thou	M
That dar'st so rudely interrupt my vow	M
My habit speakes my name	L
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Ge	Q
A Flamen	I
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Fl	D
Yes	A
And Martialis call'd	H
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Ge	Q
I so did ghesse	A
By my short view but whence didst thou ascend	H
Hither or how or to what mystick end	H
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Fl	D
The noyse and present tumult of this day	H
Rowsd me from sleep and silence where I lay	H
Obscur'd from light which when I wakt to see	A
I wondring thought what this great pompe might bee	A
When looking in my Kalender I found	H
The Ides of March were entred and I bound	H
With these to celebrate the geniall feast	H
Of Anna still'd Perenna Mars his guest	H
Who in this month of his is yearely call'd	H
To banquet at his altars and instal'd	H
A goddesse with him since she fils the yeare	D
And knits the oblique scarfe that girts the spheare	D
Whilest fourefac'd Janus turnes his vernall look	C
Upon their meeting houres as if he took	C
High pride and pleasure	D
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Ge	Q
Sure thou still dost dreame	L
And both thy tongue and thought rides on the streame	L
Of phantasie Behold here he nor she	A
Have any altar fane or deity	A
Stoope read but this inscription and then view	N
To whom the place is consecrate 'Tis true	N
That this is Janus temple and that now	I
He turnes upon the yeare his freshest brow	I
That this is Mars his month and these the Ides	A
Wherein his Anne was honor'd both the tides	A
Titles and place we know but these dead rites	A
Are long since buryed and new power excites	A
More high and hearty flames Loe there is he	A
Who brings with him a greater Anne than she	A
Whose strong and potent vertues have defac'd	H
Sterne Mars his statues and upon them plac'd	H
His and the Worlds blest blessings This hath brought	H
Sweet peace to sit in that bright State she ought	H
Unbloody or untroubled hath forc'd hence	A
All tumults feares or other dark portents	A
That might invade weak minds hath made men see	A
Once more the face of welcome liberty	A
And doth in all his present acts restore	D
That first pure World made of the better ore	D
Now innocence shall cease to be the spoyle	H
Of ravenous greatnesse or to steep the soyle	H
Of raysed pesantry with teares and blood	H
No more shall rich men for their little good	H
Suspected to be made guilty or vile spies	A
Enjoy the lust of their so murdring eyes	A
Men shall put off their yron minds and hearts	A
The time forget his old malicious arts	A
With this new minute and no print remaine	I
Of what was thought the former ages staine	I
Back Flamen with thy superstitious fumes	A
And cense not here Thy ignorance presumes	A
Too much in acting any Ethnick rite	H
In this translated temple here no wight	H
To sacrifice save my devotion comes	A
That brings in stead of those thy masculine gums	A
My Cities heart which shall for ever burne	I
Upon this Altar and no time shall turne	I
The same to ashes here I fixe it fast	H
Flame bright flame high and may it ever last	H
Whilst I before the figure of thy peace	A
Still tend the fire and give it quick increase	A
With prayers wishes vows whereof be these	A
The least and weakest that no age may leese	A
The memory of this so rich a day	H
But rather that it henceforth yearely may	H
Begin our spring and with our spring the prime	L
And first accompt of yeares of months of time	L
And may these Ides as fortunate appeare	D
To thee as they to C sar fatall were	D
Be all thy thoughts borne perfect and thy hopes	A
In their events still crown'd beyond their scopes	A
Let not wide heav'n that secret blessing know	I
To give which she on thee will not bestow	I
Blind Fortune be thy slave and may her store	D
The lesse thou seek'st it follow thee the more	D
Much more I would but see these brazen gates	A
Make haste to close as urged by thy fates	A
Here ends my Cities office here it breakes	A
Yet with my tongue and this pure heart she speakes	A
A short farewell and lower than thy feet	H
With fervent thankes thy Royall paines doth greet	H
Pardon if my abruptnesse breed disease	A
He merits not t'offend that hastes to please	A