WILLIAM DUNBAR

Where many a barge doth saile and row with are ; Where many a ship doth rest with top-royall.

O, towne of townes ! patrone and not compare, London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

Upon thy lusty Brigge of pylers white

Been merchauntis full royall to behold ; Upon thy stretis goeth many a semely knyght

In velvet gownes and in cheynes of gold.

By Julyus Cesar thy Tour founded of old May be the hous of Mars victoryall,

Whose artillary with tonge may not be told : London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

Strong be thy wallis that about thee standis ;

Wise be the people that within thee dwellis ; Fresh is thy ryver with his lusty strandis ;

Blith be thy chirches, wele sownyng be thy bellis ;

Rich be thy merchauntis in substaunce that excellis ; Fair be their wives, right lovesom, white and small ;

Clere be thy virgyns, lusty under kellis : London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

Thy famous Maire, by pryncely governaunce,

With sword of justice thee ruleth prudently. No Lord of Parys, Venyce, or Floraunce

In dignitye or honour goeth to hym nigh.

He is exampler, loode-ster, and guye ; Principall patrone and rose orygynalle,

Above all Maires as maister most worthy: London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

are] oar. small] slender. kellis] hoods, head-dresses,

guye] guide.

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