The triumphs of London performed on Monday Octob. 30th, 1693, for the entertainment of the Right Honourable Sir William Ashurst, Knight, lord mayor of the city of London : containing a true description of the several pageants : with the speeches spoken on each pageant, all set forth at the proper costs and charges of the worshipful Company of Merchant-Taylors : together with the festival songs for His Lordship and the Companies diversion / by E.S.

The Second Pageant. The Temple of CONCORD.

A Lofty Structure is erected, supported upon four noble Pillars or Columns with all the Etableture according to the Com∣positive order. Over all is a stately Domo, compleatly adjusted in circular Figure, whereon is erected a Magnificent Cupulo, with a Golden Lyon placed in Chief, carrying a Banner of the Kings Arms.

Underneath this Dome sit four Figures richly attired in silken Habits, The first proper to the Hieroglyphich of Harmo∣ny; and the other three Theological Virtues Faith, Hope, and Charity. These thre Divine Virtues being not only the necessary Attendants of Harmony and Union; but likewise very applica∣cable to the Honourable Company for their Foundations of Reli∣gion, Learning, and Charity. These three Virtues bear three Scut∣cheons on which are inscribed their proper Mottoes.

At the four Corners of this Fabrick sit four more Figures pro∣perly habited, as Temperance, Truth, Zeal, and Constancy with sil∣ver Banners displayed, with the Kings, Cities, and Lord Mayors and Companies Arms, in all Respects suited to the Glory of the Day.

Harmony thus Addresses to His Lordship.

WHen the proud Towers of Concords Temple rise, Her Basis stands on Earth, and Head ith' Skyes; Heavens darling Blessing, and the Worlds fair Soul; Concord, the mighty Axis turns the Pole. Till her fair Head above the Waters bore 'Twas Chaos and Confusion all before. Concord, by whom Truth raigns, and Empires stand, States flourish, all by her supporting Hand. As such the Shrine, and such the Deity, What must the Founder of her Temple be? That, Sr's, Your Work: Our Concords Walls You build, Whilst Our Praetorian Chair thus nobly fill'd, Such Massy Worth and Morals so refin'd, Such leading Virtue with true Honour joyn'd, Shall stand those fair Examples for mankind; Till Our blest Gates with Love and Union fill'd, Fair Concords Brightest Wreath Your Brow shall guild. Nor th' Happy London's only shall You bless, But Your own Merchant-Taylors Walls no less, With such United Worth enricht and stor'd, 'Twixt such a Master there, here such a Lord.