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Ʋpon the Princes Birth.
FAir fall the Muses that in well-chim'd verse
Our Princes happy birth do sing,
I have a heart as full of joy as their's,
As full of duty to my King,
And thus I tell
How every bell
Did ring forth Englands merry glee,
The Bonefires too,
With much adoe
It were great pity to belye her,
Made all the City seem one fire,
A joyful sight to see.
The graver Citizens were foxt that day,
With beer and joy most soundly paid,
The Constables in duty reeld away,
And charged others them to aid:
To see how soon
Both Sun and Moon,
And the seven Stars forgotten be;
But when 'twas night
Their heads were light,
To which they did exalt their horn,
Because a Prince of Wales was born:
A joyful &c.