Honorable entertainments compos'de for the seruice of this noble cittie. Some of which were fashion'd for the entertainment of the Lords of his Maiesties most Honorable Priuie Councell, vpon the occasion of their late royall employment. Inuented by Thomas Middlevon [sic].
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Honorable entertainments compos'de for the seruice of this noble cittie. Some of which were fashion'd for the entertainment of the Lords of his Maiesties most Honorable Priuie Councell, vpon the occasion of their late royall employment. Inuented by Thomas Middlevon [sic].
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Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.
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Imprinted at London :: By G[eorge] E[ld],
1621.
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"Honorable entertainments compos'de for the seruice of this noble cittie. Some of which were fashion'd for the entertainment of the Lords of his Maiesties most Honorable Priuie Councell, vpon the occasion of their late royall employment. Inuented by Thomas Middlevon [sic]." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A07502.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 24, 2024.
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Vpon the renewing of that worthy and lau∣dable Custome of Uisiting the Springs and Con∣duite Heads, for the Sweetnesse and Health of the City.
A Uisitation long discontinued. A Water-Nimph, seeming to rize out of the Ground by the Conduit Head, neare the Banquetting-House, thus greets the Honourable Assembly.
HAh? let me cleare mine Eyes, me thinks I seeComforts approach, as if They came to me;I am not vsde to e'm; I ha beene long without,How comes the Vertue of the Times about?Ha's Ancient Custome yet a Friend? of Weight?So many? rare I Goodnesse is wak't alateOut of her long Sleepe sure; that ha's laine stillMany a deere Day, charm'd with Neglect and Will,I thought I'de beene forsaken, quite forsooke,For none these 7. yeares, ha's bestow'd a LookeVpon my watry Habitation here;I meane, of Power, that ought to see Me cleere,
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For yon'd faire Cities health, which Sweetnes blesseAnd Vertue in full Strength, euer possesse;Well fare thy Visitation, Noble Lord,And this most Graue Assembly; that accordIn wayes of Charity and Care with Thee;Ioyes visit You, as Your Loues visit Me:The Water stands so full now in mine EyesI cannot chuse but weepe; but the Teares riseFrom Gladnesse, not from Sorrow, for that's lostNow I see you, Vnkindnesse yet ha's costMany a deere Drop, since I beheld the FaceOf the last Magistrate, in Power and Place;I h'a done good Seruice; t'is no boasting partIn one forgot, to speake her owne desert:I grant my kind and louing Sisters bothChadwell and Amwell, haue exprest no SlothIn their Pipe-Pilgrimage, but fairely proou'dMost excellent Seruants, hous'de, and welbelou'd;And haue, when hard Necessity requires,Giuen happy Quench to many mercilesse Fires;Therefore am I neglected? An old Friend?The Head? that to the Heart a'th City send
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My best and cleerest Seruice, take DelightTo be at hand, make your Dames Pure and White;Who for their ciuill Neatnesse, are proclaim'dMirrours of women, through all Kingdoms fam'd;Can I be so forgot? and daily heareThe noise of Water-bearers din your care?Those are my Almes folkes, trotting in a Ring,And liue vpon the bounty of my Spring,Yet like dull wormes that haue no sence at all,Lick vp the Dewes, ne're look from whēce they fal,The head's not minded, whēce the goodnes flows:So with the worlds condition right it goes;``Blessings are swallowed with a greedy loue,``But Thanks flye slowly to yon'd place Aboue,From whence the Euerliuing Waters spring,Which to your soules eternall comforts bring:The Dewes of Heauen fal on you, prosperous FatesLike fruitfull Riuers, flow into your States.
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