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“ ftantine the Great had his first Being here. And for the Lamp found ia" the Grave of Cblorus, your Majesty maintains a Lamp of Justice in this“ City, which burns more clearly than that of Cblorus, and shines into five" several Counties, at which each Subject may light a Torch, by the Light-“ ness whereof, he may fee his own Right, and find, and taste part of that" sweet and wholfome Manna here at his own Door, which dropt from the" Influence of your Majesty’s most just and gracious Government.
" So that, if the Library of Egbert were now extant among us, that very“ Idea of Eloquence, which the most skilful Orator could extract out of it," would not be able to express what we owe to your Majesty, there being" not any Acknowledgment answerable to our Obligations: For besides all" this,
" The Beams and Lightnings of those eminent Virtues, sublime Gifts," and Illuminations wherewith you are endow’d, do cast so forcible Re-“ flections upon the Eyes of all Men, that you fill, not only this City, this“ Kingdom, but the whole Universe with Splendor.
" You have establilh’d your Throne upon two Columns of Diamond," Piety, and Justice; the one gives you to God, the other gives Men to" you, and all your Subjects are most happy in both.
“ For ourselves, most gracious King, your Majesty’s humblest and meanest" Subjects, Obedience, the best of Sacrifices, is the only Sacrifice which we" have to offer to your most sacred Majesty. Yet vouchsafe to believe (most" mighty King) that even our Works, such as they are, shall not resemble“ those Sacrifices, whereout the Heart is taken, and whereof all the Head," nothing is left, saving only the Tongue j our Sacrifice is that of our Hearts j" not of our Tongues.”
Ecce iterum Crifpinus.
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Speech to the King at Berwick, in his Progress to Scot-
land, in the 7ear 16 3 3 • by the fame Eland , in the like and affeffed Stile .
" Mojl gracious and dread Sovereign.
?. cv- S " 7" n A T the Noise of useless and obsolete Canons, what these
; ons, Part “ \\ strong yet desolate Walls, what the Reliques ot sometimes war-p. 179. cc Soldiers, what the Ruins of a poor, yet ancient Burrough, what all" those would say, (if they could say any Thing,) and what all we your Majesty's" humblest and meanest Subjects desire to express, with an unanimous and" chearsul Acclamation, is no more but this, That your Majesty’s Presence" doth now bring as much Joy and Comfort to us all, as ever the Loss of“ this Town of Berwick brought Sorrow to the Englifi or Scottijh Na-
" Non.
" F were unseasonable for us to represent to your Majesty's View, the“ gloomy Cloud of our Pressures and Wants: No, I need not do it, the<£ Mite we are to cast into your Majesty’s Treasury , will quickly tell you" them ; we cannot do it, for that Cloud is suddenly vanish’d, by the radiant" Beams of your Sun-like Appearance. By whole Approach, these rusty" Ordnances, these solitary Walls, these Soldiers, this now despicable Tcica,“ have all instantly receiv’d their former Life, Lustre, and Vigour ; and“ hence we are induced to think, that this Year (being the Year of your Ma-“ jesly’s most Royal Progress) is like the Year dream’d on by Plato, where-" in all Things were to return to their former Life, Splendor, and Ex-" cellency.
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