The royall rendezvous: or, The magnificence of His Majesties fleet. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B05053 of text R220422 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing R2152). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B05053 Wing R2152 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[93] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[179] 99885021 ocm99885021 182848 2264213775

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B05053) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182848) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[94]; A4:2[180]) The royall rendezvous: or, The magnificence of His Majesties fleet. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for T.W., London, : 1672. Verse: "BLess me! Where am I? To what Ruine ..." "With allowance." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Great Britain. -- Royal Navy -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo The royall rendezvous: or, The magnificence of His Majesties fleet. anon 1672 1 504 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-03 Sampled and proofread 2009-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE ROYALL RENDEZVOUS : Or , The Magnificence of His Majesties Fleet. BLess me ! Where am I ? To what Ruine bent ? I shou'd be by this Moving Wood , in Kent ? Methought I saw a City on the Seas , And by the Steeples , told the Parishes ; There might be ( as I guess ) twice Seventy Seven , Whose Babel-Towers were climbing up to Heaven : Their Language was Confusion ; And , their Breath Darken'd the Aire with Sentences of Death . They seem'd to me a stand of Pikes , or Trees That over-top the humble Copices . With these high Towering Mastes , our Muse begins ; And where such Sign-posts are , What are the Innes ? Those Trojan Horses , form'd by Palla's Charmes , Not stuft with Garbidge , but with Men and Armes . Those Wooden Mountains on the Wavie Maine , As if the Gyants wou'd Fight Jove again . If Philip King of Spain did once call His Invincible : What wou'd he think of This ? Away with Xerxes Chaines , fond Foolery ; T is such a Fleet as this Fetters the Sea : You wou'd have thought that the Tumultuous Flood Was not so much an Ocean , as a Wood : And that vast Womb of Ships , Forest of Dean , Stub'd by the Rebells , was grown up agen . A Floating - Island , a Realm did surpass Denmark and Dantzick for your Choice of Masts . I 'm confident next Moneth we shall Advance May-Poles enough to make the Dutchmen Dance : Did you but see our - Frigats , you wou'd swear , Norway had left scarce either Pitch , or Tarr . For Lead , you wou'd suppose here Darby was ; For Iron , Bilboa ; and Corinth for Brass . And for Provision , you wou'd think you were In Egypt , to behold the Corne that 's here . Brandy , although sufficient , we Decline ; Spirits of Men are here , give Cowards Wine . And , say , Seven Provinces United be ; Each Ship of ours is a Whole Colonie . And Lofty Waves , that as Spectators , crowd ; Honour'd with such a Fleet , may well be proud . Whilst , both the Waters , and the Winds , agree , To swell our Sailes into a Tympanie , What shall we not be able then to do , That have GREAT CESAR , and His Fortunes too ! And , Superadd to this , a CAUSE so Just ; We might to Providence and Cockbotes trust : But , Blest be Heaven , we have a Royall Fleet , Will make those Picture-Mongers Crouch to seer . Talk not of Tempus est , Bacon's an Ass ; Our Wooden Walls are stronger than his Brass .

With Allowance .

LONDON , Printed for T.W. 1672.