The Sun the magistrate himself implies; These woolly creatures, all that part which lies Since kings and rulers are, in holy writ, With shepherds parallel'd, nay, from shepherds rear'd, And people and the flock as oft coher'd. To spread his splendours and make gladness run To be his proper virtue, that does owe you, The beams of all clear comforts shine upon you! The great feast ended, the whole state of the Triumph attends upon his lordship, both to Paul's and homeward; and near the entrance of his lordship's house, two parts of the Triumph stand ready planted, viz. the Brazen Tower and the triplecrowned Fountain of Justice, this fountain being adorned with the lively figures of all those graces and virtues which belong to the faithful discharging of so high an office; as Justice, Sincerity, Meekness, Wisdom, Providence, Equality, Industry, Truth, Peace, Patience, Hope, Harmony, all illustrated by proper emblems and expressions; as, Justice by a sword; Sincerity by a lamb; Meekness by a dove; Wisdom by a serpent; Providence by an eagle; Equality by a silvered balance; Industry by a golden ball, on which stands a Cupid, intimating that industry brings both wealth and love; Truth with a fan of stars, with which she chases away Error; Peace with a branch of laurel; Patience a sprig of palm; Hope by a silvered anchor; Harmony by a swan; each at night holding a brightburning taper in her hand, as a manifestation of purity. His lordship being in sight, and drawing near to his entrance, Fame, from the Brazen Tower, closes up the Triumph-his lordship's honourable welcome, with the noble demonstration of his worthy fraternity's affection—in this concluding speech: FAME. I cannot better the comparison Of thy fair brotherhood's love than to the sun Of that celestial motion shines more clear Than to the eye before the darkness went A care that has been comely, and a cost That has been decent, cheerful, which is most, So worthy of it; all has been bestow'd Upon thy triumph, which has clearly shew'd For thy first welcome to thy honour'd seat; When men grace triumphs more than triumphs men: All to vain-glory and to rumour still, All their good is without 'em, not their own; The triple crown is Charity, Faith, and Hope, That's Care, and yet you see the beam strikes through; A care discharg'd with honour it And presages, It is thy brotherhood's arms; how well it fits For the frame-work of the whole Triumph, with all the proper beauties of workmanship, the credit of that justly appertains to the deserts of master Garret Crismas,e a man excellent in his art, and faithful in his performances. |