from To the City of London

Above all ryvers thy Ryver hath renowne,
Whose beryall stremys, pleasaunt and preclare,
Under thy lusty walls renneth down,
Where many a swanne doth swymme with wyngis fair;
Where many a barge doth saile, and row with are,
Where many a ship doth rest with toppe-royall.
0! 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 [...]

Thames at London