%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> AN / HEROICK POEM / UPON / His Royal Highnes's / ARRIVAL. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1682-1682 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/04/2012 32370

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

R10801 HAil to great Neptune Monarch of the Sea! / Whose dread command the stubborn Winds obey. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 135979 AN / HEROICK POEM / UPON / His Royal Highnes's / ARRIVAL. AN HEROICK POEM UPON His Royal Highnes's ARRIVAL. AN HEROIC POEM UPON His Royal Highness's ARRIVAL. 1682-1682 J.B.

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 5/4/2012 12:37:35 PM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/ health alcohol Americas animals/ nature Bible/ biblical figures buildings/ architecture catastrophe children class clothing/ appearance country/ nation crime death economics/ commerce entertainments family folklore gender holidays/ seasons infidelity labor/ craft law London love maritime marriage military/ war monstrosity mythology/ Classical news nobility/ court politics/ government procreation punishment race/ ethnicity religious concepts religious figures religious groups royalty rural life servitude sex/ sexuality supernatural/ magic travel trickery/ deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgar humor youth/ age Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 5/4/2012 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America mythology/ Classical politics/ government religious groups royalty Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 5/4/2012 12:37:35 PM XBallad Semaan, Tara Created XML Version of Ballad 5/4/2012 12:37:35 PM Transcription Supervisor Meyer, Shannon Transcription of ballad manuscript 5/4/2012 12:37:35 PM Double-Key Comparison and Merging Meyer, Shannon Transcription of ballad manuscript 5/4/2012 12:37:35 PM Transcriptionist Two Shaughnessy, Elizabeth Transcription of ballad manuscript 5/4/2012 12:37:35 PM Transcriptionist One Lester, Hillary Transcription of ballad manuscript 8/13/2011 Checker Percy Ross Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 5/9/2011 Bibliographer Shannon Meyer Initial Ballad Catalogue Record Created
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">AN</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">HEROICK POEM</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">UPON</hi></seg> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">His Royal Highness</hi></seg> <seg n="5" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">ARRIVAL.</hi></seg>
HAil to great Neptune Monarch of the Sea! Whose dread command the stubborn Winds obey. And hollow Storms that the clouds bowels tear, At his grave nod do dwindle into air. Hail to the powerfull Beings of the Skies! To the Winds God! and watry Deities! Peace to your briny Region; Mortals say; And on your rocky Altars Incense lay: Since you grew kind, when equal was your power To save the perishing or to devour. But oh the horror of the darknd main! But worse the Treachery it did contain. Well might the Frigot sink, the Saylors cryd When all the Water was Bewhiggifyd. When Sails conspird poor Seamen to undo, Nay every Rope was a Fanatick too. The Compass Presbyterian, which by fits Makes the Winds veer as do a Tories Wits; Poor Loyal Tories, the curst Whiggish Helm Into the boundless Ocean did overwhelm; One Curses Fate and Ships; another raves: And stead of Whiggs dos fisticuff the Waves; Another damming sinks, and swears hel go To firk their Coxcombs in the Lake below. Perfidious Waves yet threat to trace the Sky, Contemn the Gods, and spit on Majesty; Daring the Nymphs their actions to controul Wildly upon their Watry axles rowl. But kinder Heaven dos say it is its will The storm should cease, and bids the Sea be still; Sends out its Halcyon from the Ark above Which dos return with wreaths of grateful love.
Heroick art! to save a Monarchs Brother: But still one Deity is kind to tother. Wellcome, great Sir to our too happy Land; Wellcome from th dire Fate of treacherous Sand! At whose approach the Town does gently bow, And fawning Courtiers charmd they know not how: It makes the duller Tories heart alive And dying Prosecutions to revive. Now rampant Tories drink, let full Bowls pass With Healths and Oaths to sweeten every Glass, And once again prepare a Sumptuous Feast To entertain the happy wellcome Guest; Prepare the dainties of the Watry main As Neptunes Present to his Glorious train. And every kind of Beasts that you are able, Except of Asses, (those may wait at Table;) Damnd Prodigality, when youre so Poor, To Feast your ------, are forct to starve your Whore: And most of you, one may be bold to Swear, For one days Feast are doomd to Fast a year. Yet Swear the Whiggs are factious and debate In private Halls the overtures of State; As true as you are Loyal, (thats a Lie) They are a people drownd in Treachery: Swear with an Irish Brow and charming grace Their looks do speak Rebellion in their face. You have at Villanies a gratious wink, Tories may act what others dare not think: Let fly your Oaths, and ranting Curses too, The worst, we know, such Tools as you can do.
London, Printed for J.B. 1682.