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<DATE>2009-03-03</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B090013.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>THE ROYALL RENDEZVOUS: Or, <HI>The Magnificence</HI> of His Maje&s;ties Fleet.</HEAD>
<L>BLe&s;s me! Where am I? To what Ruine bent?</L>
<L>I &s;hou'd be by this Moving Wood, in <HI>Kent?</HI></L>
<L>Methought I &s;aw a <HI>City</HI> on the Seas,</L>
<L>And by the Steeples, told the Pari&s;hes;</L>
<L>There might be (as I gue&s;s) twice Seventy Seven,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Babel-Towers</HI> were climbing up to Heaven:</L>
<L>Their Language was Confu&s;ion; And, their Breath</L>
<L>Darken'd the Aire with Sentences of Death.</L>
<L>They &s;eem'd to me a &s;tand of Pikes, or Trees</L>
<L>That over-top the humble Copices.</L>
<L>With the&s;e high Towering Ma&s;tes, our Mu&s;e begins;</L>
<L>And where &s;uch <HI>Sign-po&s;ts</HI> are, What are the <HI>Innes?</HI></L>
<L>Tho&s;e <HI>Trojan</HI> Hor&s;es, form'd by <HI>Palla's</HI> Charmes,</L>
<L>Not &s;tuft with Garbidge, but with Men and Armes.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e <HI>Wooden</HI> Mountains on the Wavie Maine,</L>
<L>As if the <HI>Gyants</HI> wou'd Fight <HI>Jove</HI> again.</L>
<L>If <HI>Philip</HI> King of <HI>Spain</HI> did once call His</L>
<L>Invincible: What wou'd he think of This?</L>
<L>Away with <HI>Xerxes</HI> Chaines, fond Foolery;</L>
<L>Tis &s;uch a Fleet as this Fetters the Sea:</L>
<L>You wou'd have thought that the Tumultuous Flood</L>
<L>Was not &s;o much an <HI>Ocean,</HI> as a Wood:</L>
<L>And that va&s;t Womb of <HI>Ships, Fore&s;t of Dean,</HI></L>
<L>Stub'd by the <HI>Rebells,</HI> was grown up agen.</L>
<L>A Floating-<HI>I&s;land,</HI> a Realm did &s;urpa&s;s</L>
<L><HI>Denmark</HI> and <HI>Dantzick</HI> for your Choice of Ma&s;ts.</L>
<L>I'm confident next Moneth we &s;hall Advance</L>
<L><HI>May-Poles</HI> enough to make the <HI>Dutchmen</HI> Dance:</L>
<L>Did you but &s;ee our-<HI>Frigats,</HI> you wou'd &s;wear,</L>
<L><HI>Norway</HI> had left &s;carce either <HI>Pitch,</HI> or <HI>Tarr.</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Lead,</HI> you wou'd &s;uppo&s;e here <HI>Darby</HI> was;</L>
<L>For <HI>Iron, Bilboa;</HI> and <HI>Corinth</HI> for <HI>Bra&s;s.</HI></L>
<L>And for Provi&s;ion, you wou'd think you were</L>
<L>In <HI>Egypt,</HI> to behold the <HI>Corne</HI> that's here.</L>
<L><HI>Brandy,</HI> although &s;ufficient, we Decline;</L>
<L><HI>Spirits</HI> of <HI>Men</HI> are here, give <HI>Cowards</HI> Wine.</L>
<L>And, &s;ay, <HI>Seven Provinces</HI> United be;</L>
<L>Each <HI>Ship</HI> of ours is a <HI>Whole Colonie.</HI></L>
<L>And Lofty Waves, that as <HI>Spectators,</HI> crowd;</L>
<L>Honour'd with &s;uch a Fleet, may well be proud.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t, both the <HI>VVaters,</HI> and the <HI>VVinds,</HI> agree,</L>
<L>To &s;well our Sailes into a Tympanie,</L>
<L>What &s;hall we not be able then to do,</L>
<L>That have GREAT <HI>CESAR,</HI> and His Fortunes too!</L>
<L>And, Superadd to this, a CAUSE &s;o Ju&s;t;</L>
<L>We might to <HI>Providence</HI> and <HI>Cockbotes</HI> tru&s;t:</L>
<L>But, Ble&s;t be Heaven, we have a Royall Fleet,</L>
<L>Will make tho&s;e <HI>Picture-Mongers</HI> Crouch to &s;eer.</L>
<L>Talk not of <HI>Tempus e&s;t, Bacon's</HI> an A&s;s;</L>
<L>Our <HI>VVooden VValls</HI> are &s;tronger than his <HI>Bra&s;s.</HI></L>
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<P>With Allowance.</P>
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<P>LONDON, <HI>Printed for</HI> T.W. 1672.</P>
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