Poems on several choice and various subjects occasionally composed by an eminent author ; collected and published by Sergeant-Major P.F.

Before The History of NAPLES, Called, PARTHENO••E, Or, The Virgin-City.

Salve Parthenope, Decora Salve.

PArthenope, a City bright as Gold, Or if the Earth could bear a richer Mold, Is come to greet Great Britain, (Queen of Iles) And to exchange some Silks for Wool: She smiles To find that Cloath shold wear and feel so fine As do her Grograns; she doth half repine That Lemsters Ore, and Spires of fallow'd Grass The Leafs of Mulberries should so surpass Which so abound in Her, with evry thing Which pleasure, wealth, or wonderment can bring, That Nature seems to strive how she shold please Herself, or Vs with rare varieties.

There her own Eawd to be she may be said, As if the Wanton with her self she plaid.

Let England then strow Rushes all the way To welcome in the fair Parthenopay: For I dare say, she never yet came ore In such a Garb to visit any shore.