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Londons Description.
That famous off-spring of downe raced Troy.
King Brute the Conqueror, of Giants fell,
Built London first, these mansion Towers of ioy,
As all the spacious world may witnesse well,
Euen he it was, whose glory more to vaunt,
From burned Troy, sur-named this Troynouant.
King Brute the Conqueror, of Giants fell,
Built London first, these mansion Towers of ioy,
As all the spacious world may witnesse well,
Euen he it was, whose glory more to vaunt,
From burned Troy, sur-named this Troynouant.
This name, if that antiquities proue true,
Full many yeares in Maiesty she bore,
Till princely Lud did christen her anew,
And changd her name, from that it was before,
So kingly Lud did shape a second frame,
And called this Luds Towne by his princely name.
Full many yeares in Maiesty she bore,
Till princely Lud did christen her anew,
And changd her name, from that it was before,
And called this Luds Towne by his princely name.
Luds-towne it was, and yet is tearmed so,
But that for briefenesse, and for pleasant sound,
Few letters af that name it doth forgoe,
And London now, which was once called Luds-Towne,
Thus Brute and Lud, London parents were,
Since fosterd vp by many a royall peere.
But that for briefenesse, and for pleasant sound,
Few letters af that name it doth forgoe,
And London now, which was once called Luds-Towne,
Thus Brute and Lud, London parents were,
Since fosterd vp by many a royall peere.
But since that time, fiue conquests haue insewd,
And all saue one, beene glutted with red goare,
Yet nere were London streets with bloud imbrewd:
Yet still retaind the state it held before,
Such was her beauty, and the victors pitty,
That spard their swords, from spoyling this faire Citty.
And all saue one, beene glutted with red goare,
Yet nere were London streets with bloud imbrewd:
Yet still retaind the state it held before,
Such was her beauty, and the victors pitty,
That spard their swords, from spoyling this faire Citty.
From her first founders, thus hath she increased,
Fauord of those, the Diadem aduanced,
Scarce with their deaths, their large diuosions ceased,
Yet by their deathes, her better fortunes chanced,
As one gaue place, and left what he intended,
The next successor what he found amended.
Fauord of those, the Diadem aduanced,
Scarce with their deaths, their large diuosions ceased,
Yet by their deathes, her better fortunes chanced,
As one gaue place, and left what he intended,
The next successor what he found amended.
One famous King, this Citty doth indew,
With wished freedomes, and innimities,
The next confirmes, augmenting it with new,
And graunts more large and ample liberties,
And thus faire Londons members strongly knitteth,
When Kings adorne what fame and honor fitteth.
With wished freedomes, and innimities,
The next confirmes, augmenting it with new,
And graunts more large and ample liberties,
And thus faire Londons members strongly knitteth,
When Kings adorne what fame and honor fitteth.
From Lud vnto King Iames, thus London fared,
Sacred Monarcke, Emperour of the West,
To whom the world yeeldes none to be compared,
By Londons loue thou art heere earthly blest,
Mirror of mankind, each lands admiration,
The worlds wonder, heauens true contemplation.
Sacred Monarcke, Emperour of the West,
To whom the world yeeldes none to be compared,
By Londons loue thou art heere earthly blest,
Mirror of mankind, each lands admiration,
Long mayst thou liue faire Londons wished blisse,
Long mayst thou raigne great Britaines happinesse,
Liue, raigne, and be when there no being is,
Triumphant ouer all that wish thee lesse,
In earth ador'd with glorie and renowne,
In heauen adorned with an Angels crowne.
Long mayst thou raigne great Britaines happinesse,
Liue, raigne, and be when there no being is,
Triumphant ouer all that wish thee lesse,
In earth ador'd with glorie and renowne,
In heauen adorned with an Angels crowne.
Of Londons pride I will not boast vpon,
Her gold, her siluer, and her ornaments,
Her Gems and Iewels, pearles, and precious stone,
Her furniture, and rich habilliments,
Her cloth of siluer, tissue, and of gold,
Which in her shops men dayly may behold.
Her gold, her siluer, and her ornaments,
Her Gems and Iewels, pearles, and precious stone,
Her furniture, and rich habilliments,
Her cloth of siluer, tissue, and of gold,
Which in her shops men dayly may behold.
What mynes of gold the Indian soyle doth nourish,
Within the secrets of her fruitfull wombe,
London partakes it, and doth dayly flourish,
Ordayn'd thereto by heauen, and heauenly doome:
All forraine Lands whome maiestie doth mooue,
Doe still contend to grace her with their loue.
Within the secrets of her fruitfull wombe,
London partakes it, and doth dayly flourish,
Ordayn'd thereto by heauen, and heauenly doome:
All forraine Lands whome maiestie doth mooue,
Doe still contend to grace her with their loue.
What Ciuill, Spaine, or Portugale affordeth,
What Fraunce, what Flaunders, or what Germanie,
What Creet, what Scicile, or what Naples hoordeth,
The Coasts of Turkie, or of Barberie,
The boundlesse Seas to London walles presenteth,
Through which all Englands state she much augmēteth.
What Fraunce, what Flaunders, or what Germanie,
What Creet, what Scicile, or what Naples hoordeth,
The Coasts of Turkie, or of Barberie,
The boundlesse Seas to London walles presenteth,
Through which all Englands state she much augmēteth.
If Rome by Tiber substance doth attaine,
Or Euphrates to Babylon brings plentie,
If golden Ganges Egypt fils with gaine,
The Thames of London surely is not emptie,
Her flowing channell powreth forth much profit,
For Londons good, yet few knowes what comes of it.
Or Euphrates to Babylon brings plentie,
If golden Ganges Egypt fils with gaine,
The Thames of London surely is not emptie,
Her flowing channell powreth forth much profit,
For Londons good, yet few knowes what comes of it.
Thus by the bounty of imperious mindes,
Furthered by nature with a noble floud,
Proud wealth, and welthy pride, braue London findes,
Nor wants she not, that bringes her gaine and good,
Within her walles there lyeth close concealed,
That wealth, by tongues can hardly be reuealed.
Furthered by nature with a noble floud,
Proud wealth, and welthy pride, braue London findes,
Nor wants she not, that bringes her gaine and good,
Within her walles there lyeth close concealed,
That wealth, by tongues can hardly be reuealed.
London hath likewise foure tearmes of law most fit,
The foure fould yeare in equall parts deuide,
In which the Iudges of the law do fit,
Depending matters iustly to deside:
The poore mans plaint, and eke the rich mans cause,
And sentence giuen by righteous dooming lawes.
The foure fould yeare in equall parts deuide,
In which the Iudges of the law do fit,
Depending matters iustly to deside:
The poore mans plaint, and eke the rich mans cause,
And sentence giuen by righteous dooming lawes.
First of the foure, fresh spring doth intertaine,
The second is, in sweating summer plast,
The third, With windy haruest doth remaine,
And freezing Winter, doth delight the last,
When these times come, and Courts of law vnlocke,
Tis strange to marke how men to London flocke.
The second is, in sweating summer plast,
The third, With windy haruest doth remaine,
And freezing Winter, doth delight the last,
When these times come, and Courts of law vnlocke,
Tis strange to marke how men to London flocke.
These be the Bees, by which my being is,
England the Orchard, London is the Hiue,
Their toyle, her tryumph, and their fruit her blisse,
When most they labour, London most doth thriue,
The lofty Courtyor, and the Country Clowne,
By their expence, brings London rich renowne.
England the Orchard, London is the Hiue,
Their toyle, her tryumph, and their fruit her blisse,
When most they labour, London most doth thriue,
The lofty Courtyor, and the Country Clowne,
By their expence, brings London rich renowne.
And thus from all sides doth much substance flow,
By Thames, by tearmes, by Sea, and by the Land,
So rich a masse, whole kingdomes connot shew,
In this estate faire London still doth stand,
Foure-piller, tearmes, and Thames be the fift,
Which tane away, then farewell Londons thrift.
By Thames, by tearmes, by Sea, and by the Land,
So rich a masse, whole kingdomes connot shew,
In this estate faire London still doth stand,
Foure-piller, tearmes, and Thames be the fift,
Which tane away, then farewell Londons thrift.
[Women be forgetfull, children be vnkinde]
Women be forgetfull, children be vnkinde,Executors couetous, and take what they finde:
If any one aske where the Legacies became:
They answere, so God helpe me, he died a poore man.
FINIS.
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