For in all her Passage, she did not only shew her most gracious love towards the people in general; but also privately, if the baser personages had either offered Her Grace any flowers or such like, as a signification of their good will; or moved to her any suit, she most gently (to the common rejoicings of all lookers on, and private comfort of the party) stayed her chariot, and heard their requests. So that, if a man should say well, he could not better term the City of London that time, than a Stage wherein was shewed the wonderful Spectacle of a noble hearted Princess towards her most loving people; and the people's exceeding comfort in beholding so worthy a Sovereign, and hearing so prince-like a voice; which could not but have set the enemy on fire, (since the virtue is in the enemy always commended) much more could not but inflame her natural, obedient, and most loving people; whose weal leaneth only upon her Grace, and her government. * * * * * Thus, therefore, the Queen's Majesty passed from the Tower [_see as to her former dismal visit in March, 1554, at p. 123_], till she came to Fanchurch [_Fenchurch_]: the people on each side, joyously beholding the view of so gracious a Lady, their Queen; and Her Grace no less gladly noting, and observing the same. Near unto Fanchurch, was erected a scaffold richly furnished; whereon stood a noise of instruments; and a child, in costly apparel, which was appointed to welcome the Queen's Majesty, in the whole City's behalf. Against which place, when Her Grace came, of her own will she commanded the chariot to be stayed; and that the noise might be appeased, till the child had uttered his welcoming Oration, which he spake in English metre, as here followeth. O peerless Sovereign Queen! Behold, what this thy town Hath thee presented with, at thy First Entrance here! Behold, with how rich hope, she leadeth thee to thy Crown! Behold, with what two gifts, she comforteth thy cheer! The First is Blessing Tongues! which many a "Welcome!" say. Which pray, thou may'st do well! which praise thee to the sky! Which wish to thee long life! which bless this happy day! Which to thy Kingdom "Heapes!" [_Hips!_], all that in tongues can lie. The Second is True Hearts! which love thee from their root! Whose Suit is Triumph now, and ruleth all the game, Which Faithfulness has won, and all untruth driven out; Which skip for joy, when as they hear thy happy name! Welcome, therefore, O Queen! as much as heart can think. Welcome again, O Queen! as much as tongue can tell, Welcome to joyous Tongues, and Hearts that will not shrink! "GOD, thee preserve!" we pray; and wish thee ever well! At which words of the last line, the people gave a great shout; wishing, with one assent, as the child had said.