Widdows Orphans at our pleasure This Monk had fought at Land conquered at Sea Leads a new dance and thus begins the plea. Soft fire makes sweet Malt saith George still having God on his side and his protection craving Shall now the Common-wealth be bafled thus Must every knave sit Majesty in Pus Will nothing them content King nor Protector Nor Parlament Committees nor Projector Committee of Dangers must they now us rule These Gallimaufrees worse than Rumpish stool Monk sends Commissioners to that short Committee Letters and Messengers to brave London City Brave Scots assist and lend him money too What then was in the dark is open now My muse amaz'd doth hear the Kirk are praying For Monk the Sects for Lambert now are saying Their Mattens the Rumpish Wealthsmen they are calling On God to keep their power now from falling The Presbyterians they the Lord are seeking The King abroad our God humbly beseeching The King and Kirk their prayers Heaven hearing Monk's blest and now begins our hopes and chearing God hears at last and his own time is best They 're Gods own Instruments that bring us rest The Monk keeps on his hood and by fair treating Preventeth blood though they intended cheating At Portsmouth now the Rump doth rise a thing Stupendious great but sure no more Rising Except to Judgement George marches on he 's wise Revives three Kingdomes hopes and doth devise Our good our God from Heaven now protecting Zerubbabel and all his waies directing 'Twixt hopes and fears wee cry'd this Monk's a blessing To bring Grand Charls and free us from oppressing Destroy this Rump they cry'd this monstrous thing As George did once the Dragon and the sting Hee sav'd one Virgin once but thou art saving Three Kingdomes George now this brave Monk still having God on his side Charls in his heart hee 's Trump By time and wisdomes patience starves the Rump Hee marches on to London's City comming Joyns Scottish Bag-pipes with the English drumming Welcome to th' City George the power being Whilst in Commission Monk is still obeying To th' House hee goes and begs the House up filling Protesting that all Countries so were willing The Rump forsworn had forc'd an oath abjuring The Royal Race no oaths them fore-conjuring Grow proud and high guilt fear and sad despairing Doubts and black Jealousies do make them dating They vow the Cits shall pay for their declaring The Gates shall down by George the walls defacing The Gates pull'd down the City cryes amazing What Monk is this the people all are gazing What ayls thee George the Popish Monks did never Pull down our City Gates and thus dissever Great London but sure wee must a little smart London in all these times hath had a part Our sins were great but blessed bee our God That in this hurly burly stopped blood If this bee all great London stir no more Honour thy King thy God fear and adore Still George is honest for mercy interposing Preserv'd from blood next night there comes a closing What would you have brave Citizens saith hee What shall I do for your grand Liberty Free Parliament said they my Lord wee crave That you the Kingdome and the City save Free Parliament saith George all Guild-Hall shouting The City-bonfires shew'd the Rump was routing Some Quakers oft fore-told the Cities burning Cry now into sad Ashes London's turning Free us saith London from this gross deluding Bring in those members which the Rump secluding Eleven years kept out Great George takes off The force the Members sit the Rump doth scoff Some guilty souls stay from the House these make Brave Monk our General now the Rump doth quake Monk's bravely feasted but hee still doth work How to prevent the Rumpish Serpents lurk The guilty Sectaries now they sadly cry Monk cheats us all with Scotch Presbytery In one months time th' secluded Members bring More good to th' Nation than the Rump sitting Twelve years the House of Lords were lacking To settle Law but now the Rump is packing Middleton and Brown and Chester's Booth restore Free Parliament procure so that the door Upon necessity this hinge they move Our hopes begin to settle our hearts to love How gladly did the people all rejoyce For King and Laws to God lift up their voice In all these times some Church-men still were acting Above their sphear Church-power still contracting Thus Noll had Triers Nyes Prelates worser things Than Bishops far having both pride and stings Dub'd Lay-men-Priests State humour thereby fitting Great Noll's grand Hierarchy the powers flitting These much cry'd out by others often said Noll was chief Magistrate hee must bee obeyed Yet in that little sudden change some men Who spake against the rest get power then Into Church-Livings Presbyters admit Judges of Titles make themselves and sit Archbishop-like others i' th' Country make Just thirty one of their Clerks Fees partake Thus all get power the Churches Right invade Most drive their own designs and get a Trade The House of Commons alone they could not make A Law yet these from them this power take True Church-men prayed that they again might see Church-power fixt by Law and Majesty The Bishops settled were by several Kings And Parlaments and Antient Laws the Springs Of Government these voted down for Reasons Which to their adverse party seemed Treasons Nolls Independents cheated us each hour The Presbyterians now have got short power Sit by no Law but of necessity I will not blame in this their Piety Who would think this but that the Churches power Is very sweet since all men it devour Is it not just that God unsettle all Again and make us sensible of our fall Since it is true that Civil Rule doth come From Monarchy as beams come from the Sun Church Government from Christ the Churches King And Primitive Bishops down from him they bring Constant in preaching faithful in governing Their great laborious works their praises sing But Prelacy as Lords the King did make And did again their power from them take Bishops and Presbyters Christs true Ministry Councils and Synods his Authority Lord Priest Lord Cardinal Lord Pope a string Of Antichrist when set above the King Let Scripture and the first times History Declare God will take off the Romish Mystery Set pride and Interest aside and cry Sol in occasu love knits in piety Rome laughs at all the Sects do daily cry It 's Pride and Covetousness rules our Ministry Those better Members then they did present A Council of State until the Parliament Did meet who do with prudence rule the Rump By Lamberts scape again thought to bee Trump But Ingoldsby and 's souldiers take them napping And so preserve us from the Sects entrapping Some fly and get away ' cause Guilt was seizing Upon their souls but some lye hid still fearing Thus God works for us and prevents those men Whose Arms and lust still chang'd and chang'd agen Some bite their nails some scratch their
and glorious for Kings Of Haeresie and Faction to break the springs T' Reform the Church proud Antichrist dispelling Then Christ in Grace will in our Church be dwelling Prophaneness punish'd and false worshipping Religion advanc'd and each holy thing That 's truly Protestant here flourishing No Romish Serpents Relicks nourishing All Popelings banish'd Gospel Bishops sing Glory to God and Grace unto our King Thus good Kings do for God his sacred Word 'S their Rule for Life and reign they would Gods Sword Peace Mercy Truth and Justice this will bring And then three Kingdomes joy in Charls our King No Power but the Power Omnipotent Could extricate us from that cursed Rent The Rump here made and from that grand confusion Both in the State and in the Church delusion Their Blood and Treason pillars of black smoak To drive from hence our God wee did invoke God heard and without any precious blood Hath chang'd the cruel sword for all our good In Kingly Power and Authority Doth shine th' eternal Gods blest Majesty In these sad times our Church was rent dividing Sect against Sect each one the other sleighting Of Discipline were divers names declaring Division and worser Sects all these out daring Report doth tell that all these Christ are preaching And yet their own Thoughts and Opinions teaching Some Truth may bee in most by Truths composing King Charls like God with Gospel Saints is clozing Satan sow'd Tares when as the Priests were sleeping But now King Charls will keep the Church from weeping A King of Providence and of Prayers a King A King of Mercy a great experienc'd King A King of Promise God him alwaies making The Churches Nursing Father of Grace partaking A King of valour Christ's true Faith's Defendor Both just and merciful our glorious splendour A King of wonders preserved for this thing Both Church and State in Gods Name governing For this all Providences did him bring For this God bless our Soveraign Lord the King Worsters Deliverance that wonderful thing Mercies Deliverance from Popery's sting Beyond the Seas God still preserv'd our King At home Sects Army gone sans blood or string From Heaven sanctified by suffering Whilst hee in Gods fear still is governing True Priests true Saints their Hallelujah sing Blessed bee God that blessed hath our King The Lord make Charls his love and true delight No man to wrong and every man to right Exceeding great 's the Example of a King It doth on his a powerful influence bring Blest Constantine first Christian Emperour King With Orthodox Divines his Court did spring Augustus Court is stor'd with men of learning Hee 's learn'd himself and therefore those preferring But drunk Tiberius Court with sots is filling Debauching Healths Tricongius knighted swilling Religious Court Religious men will sing Constantine and Augustus Charls our King Wee sadly read of Amaziahs halting And also of wise Solomon's revolting Of Rehoboams rashness by respecting Young States-mens Counsels Sages grave rejecting Of Jeroboams Calves the Tribes dividing Pretends Religion for his wicked siding Of Uzzahs mis-lead Zeal and of Uzziah Becoming Priest the blood of Zachariah Son of Jehoiada High-Priest most Royal From these God bless our King and keep us loyal God give Great Charls King Davids perfect heart King Solomons wisdome God to him impart Josiahs Holiness in each Religious thing And Hezekiahs comforts to our King Blest King Jehosaphats success and honour Blest Moses meekness and blest Joshuahs valour Edward the sixth most glorious Piety Elizabeths most blest Prosperity King James his Learning and King Charls his Grace God give to Charls and to the Royal Race A blessed holy glorious Martyr'd King At 's death a private oath Remembering Shewd excellent grace an oaths a sacred thing Where Gods call'd in and God expects performing Of serious Vowes and sacred Oaths once made In time of trouble performance must be had The just and holy God he hates the breaking Of oaths and vowes true saints their oaths are keeping If th' oath were false for shame let ne're be spoken If th' oath were true why should it ere be broken Brave London feasts both King and Parlament And both the royal Princes and do present A Cupboard of Plate in that great City lye Best Subjects hearts and greatest Treasury Thy great Imperial Chamber Charls it is Whilest thou grantst them their royal liberties The feast was great their hearts are far more royal Their Love their Faith their Duty now is loyal Time Truth and Fame their several speeches make Pardon great sir for there was some mistake In England born the Scots first crown'd him King Brave Ireland also their allegiance bring Great Monarch live we humbly waite and pray To see thy happy blessed Crowning day When Charles shall leave this mortal Crown Lord bring Him that immortal Crown where Angels sing Of Charls the Martyrs Race in Heaven now glorying Let England never want a gracious King Thus all true Subjects pray for Charls our King Pardon great Sir my Muses 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Government of Princes Royal Which kept our hearts still up and kept us loyal Of what extract or Gentry were these men That such stupendious acts performed then Of what Religion were these bloody minded Although Religion is in all things pretended The worst of Treason's acted by new Saints For true ones hated all those jugling paints Such medley made ingredients were i' th' Rump As if from Phlegeton Designs they pump Now that my Muse some service due hath done To blessed Charls their acts she will o're run Twelve years these Traitors keep out Charls their King A Common-wealth they out of Kingdoms bring And Churches out of Churches gathering Their sins on Providence still fathering Perjur'd Hypocrisie pretends the things Agree to fear God and to kill their Kings Their wild Religious zeal all bordering On Schism Faction Falshood all disordering All but themselves from heaven banishing And now themselves below are vanishing Kingdoms confounders who by Tub-prating And Jerobohams Calves were alwayes stating Their own base interest by Taxes rating The sadned people and all their states partaking Lay-Prelats and Lay-Priests a worser thing Than those of Rome the Gospel now did sting Religion 's mangled and the Sects are mingling Their false opinions and with some truths are jingling The lowest of the people Priests becomming Tinkers and Taylors the Pulpits Coblers thumming Weavers and Bakers Brewers and Draymens fling Base upstart Lords base new-found Gentry spring Base Counsellors Projectors and Committees Like Pharaohs Frogs i' th' Church i' th' Towns in Cities Base Sequestrators and base deciming Old Theeving newly called Plundering Base Rumpant Dragons that were still a tearing Our states and souls and all our Laws outwearing Not one good Law they made but all made running Their own base byasse by their power and cunning Base turn coat Priests base Lawyers Laws abusing For their most unjust Fees base powers chusing Pleading defending all 's done by Law all 's just When as they knew all done by will and lust Kings blood-suckers to raise themselves and bring All theirs on high the wheel is now turning Prophane Church-robbers base buyers and base sellers All unjust getters and mony-changing tellers Such creatures did make up this Rumpish power Instead of whips with scorpions they devour One peece of Justice of the Rumps Committee The which was brought to passe in a grand City A Trunk of Plate and Mony there was found The which was worth about two thousand pound This was good provender by th' Arms the Plate Was known a pretious booty for the State The Knight was dead some years before the War Began this Trunk gave to his Daughter fair His only childe there put for to be kept From those to whom all 's fish that comes to net The Committee often meet the case is pleaded Some honest men among them interceded The childe was not at age the Lady good That hid it no Malignant her husband stood For Parlament how then can this bee plunder Yet if some men do lose the Gold it 's wonder Two chief ones plead the gold was sure their aim No matter whose it is to us it came By Providence now we will surely pay Our Souldiers and will then make others pray Wee 'l finger some spend some in Feasts and then The rest wee 'l pay the State and they our men What colour must wee use it's not pretence But Justice wee will shew 'fore it go hence Though that the Knight was dead some years before The war began that will not quit this score For had the Courtier Knight lived till now Hee would have been Malignant wee avow Shall wee lose so much gold and so much plate This feeling Providence will please the State This Knight was oft at Court a Servant just Toth ' King and would be faithfull to that trust Was of great power in this same Country let us Sequester Gold and Plate God will forget us The fewer honest men out Voted are The State gets some two fat ones get their share Hee that discovered it gets none it 's just These cheat the Ladies keep the gold from rust Some friends did buy the condemn'd plate again Sure such Committees ne'r rid Charls his Wain In every City and in every Town Such self-Committee men were oft sent down Unto account the Rump durst not them call Cause guilty of the same and fear a fall For Theeves by the accusing one another Doe break their own necks and do lose their power The Reason Justice and the state o' th' Cause The Money Gold and Plate how strong it draws Full many such Examples wee can tell But none like this of all it bears the Bell. One cryes Ka me to day and I le to morrow Ka thee come hang up carking care and sorrow Let Conscience never wake some Office on This Knave that Fool a gift confer upon This place for one that mony and this Mannor The land they gave but could not give the Honor. Be sure prefer our Chaplain Priests they cry They preach our Cause defend our Piety No statute now Mortmain the Rump's the giver What is the stomach when so bad 's the Liver In many Garrisons men of no Religion Prating and speaking approv'd by every Wigeon What women then were those that made the men To make the House of God of Theeves a Den And Scripture for this wickednesse to bring Which Satan certainly did now bring in No man could find the true Religion pure Scarce in the land new Saints made it obscure So was their Charity and Justice too By false opinions Religion to undo Their Scotch grand Covenant they justly brook Some Ignorant some Innocent it took Good God forgive them all that cannot keep Those snaring bonds but do repent and weep Allegiance Supremacy nor Protestation No Oaths nor Covenants for Reformation Did bind this lawlesse Rump so sweet is power Though false usurpt yet fals in Gods just hour Just Oathes are sacred unto sacred men But nought bindes Changelings who are now and then That Covenant's put out by th' new Ingagement As Purgatory puts out Hels inragement As one Grand story of a Safe Committee My Muse hath told so of th' Ingagements pitty Two godly Ministers that durst not ingage With divers others did the Rump inrage God brings the Plague th'Ingaging Minister's gone The other two are left i' th' Town alone God brings the Plague these two good Ministers then The Censers take and Incense burn like men Of God both fast and preach and pray to God To sanctify his just and heavy rod. Lackworth for non-Ingaging turns them out And all their Families for to rove about Most of the Country dare not take them in Thanks therefore unto those that help did bring The Town 's without a Priest the plague's oppressing This worse than Prelacy the Priests suppressing Oh tell it not in Romish Gath 't is well That by no Protestants but Sects this fell How many Towns and Cities sadly loose Their
throne to kitchin who payes for all the mourning White-hall had many Masters yet not the right At last God turns black Traytors in sad plight Nol thought all sure but see the Serpents lurking Where fraud and power keeps Tyrants up usurping For good Queen Dick that honest uselesse thing By Nols kin and his crew just is the King Of Kings alive is buryed though Grace is pardoning Mushromes repent and keep your hearts from hardning Lest stormy winds roaring and trees up blowing Do send you where the Styx is ever flowing God gives us just examples to take heed Of treason traytors shall have traytors meed The people weary of Nols grand oppressing To Dick proclaim'd do make their low addressing Some flatter some design some hope th'amending Of burdens great before their fatall ending But Dick's turn'd out and Hal from Ireland comming Both want their Fathers valour and his cunning Dicks honest Parlament good things were doing The title 's naught the Army 's them out-throwing Thus Agitators armed Priests do bring Confusion for of all they were the spring Those Agitators were of Nols devising Backt all his projects still themselves up rising Grand-Satans Jesuits by their Popes false dealing Brew'd all our miseries kept us still from healing Gainst true Religion and settlement still burning Content with none all Governments out-turning These rise ' gainst Dick and all their wayes reproving Gainst God and King and Laws the Army moving Confusion brings confusion God is just The wickeds honour sin layes in the dust The Rump before their time again now rising Though six years buryed stink yet still devising New Treasons troubles by the Army call'd in The Army cast them out before great is their sin They now resolve the Nation once more muzling But yet brave Cheshire threats their cruel nuzling Brown Booth Middletons Welsh-men cry the King Something too late Lambert them all is conquering Though some men faild yet thousands good men pray And gladly wisht St. George an happy day Now new Sequestring some that 'fore did stand For the long Parlament just is Gods blessed hand Brave stout and valiant Massey scapes the Tower Comes in again and scorns this Rumpish power And is preserv'd by God that he might bring Our blessed Charls our Soveraign Lord the King Gods time is best he 's faithful to his trust Though for his sake blest Love is laid i' th' dust Kings Rights are still preserved by our God God sanctify that twelve years heavy Rod. Lambert receives his token from the Rump And 's Captains Orderd thanks now he is Trump But little blood was shed then new Committees Chester's dis-franchiz'd spoyl'd amongst the Cities Both Ministers and others are suspected Imprison'd and Estates are new sequestred But they that call'd them in do turn their faces And now resolve to occupy their places Lambert his time comes to return in play God shortens this for his true Saints did pray The Rumpish rage and fury nine out turn Lambert and 's Captains vow the Rump to burn They armed come to th' House to stop their meeting Like to their souldiers Rumpish souldiers greeting Lental of several Parlaments was the Speaker Of all our Laws and Statutes the great breaker Hee 's once again sent back for to consider Or else to count his money judge you whether The Army set them up and pulls them down And help them to destroy the Royal Crown Lambert and Fleetwood and the Officers praying Both fast and feast and still intend betraying Now all consult and in amaze and cry What Counsel's best resolve to live or dye The Head is gone and eke the politick Nose Six things like Parlaments wee stab'd and rose Against the present power what shall wee have A single person who shall bee the knave Coxcombs of safety let us settle now Heark rouze your spirits the Northern winds do blow Now London fasts and praies in one prostrating Their humbled souls and bold by now declaring For a Free Parlament out-vy the cheating Of Wallingford-house-saints though Vanes repeating This new Committee of slavery down would have Our Colledges and Churches so inslave Us worse the bottome of the headless Rump Worse than the rest onely fit for the stump Against these Saints whoever dare to clash In his hearts blood their hands they swear to wash Proclaim for peace and yet more blood devising All still resolve ' gainst Charls a constant rising The grand blind Cobler guilty of former blood Begins new broyles i' th' City amaz'd wee stood Brave Prentises petition'd ' gainst this might Stand up for King for Laws for Cities Right Some pinion'd are others are sadly slain Cobler kills Cobler this blood sure cryes amain Brave Common Council stand for Cities cause Coblers indited for murdering the Laws Patience abus'd returns to rage and fury God will bee Judge whoever is the Jury How did blest Londons God preserve us then From mutinies confusion even when The knife was at the throat our hands did itch To give blind halting Cobler one true stitch Now more Committees and more Sequestrators And more curst raking who should be our Stators Thus one destroies another as unjust A guilty conscience will not a brother trust God uses Instruments of his own appointing And makes his way for Blessed Charls Anointing Wee Protestants are and Popish Monks wee hate Yet one brave Monk preserves both King and State Forgive him all the rest for this is more Than all the Monks could ever do before Great George the best of Monks sees all their raking Of Church and State resolves to stop their taking God said Amen bids George march on and bring Justice Peace Truth and Mercy with our King The Game was hard the stakes were great the sting Of safety vows Monk on his back to fling This Northern blast out-blows the Fasts and Prayers Of Fleetwood's Lambertonians Kings betrayers They now resolve Lamberts flusht Army sing Before their time Victoria conquering In their proud lust and Arm of flesh boasting All 's their and then into the North they 're posting But hee that sits in Heaven laughs to see Their pride Now stops their twelve years tyranny Fifty brave Troops of Horse and desperate Foot Experienc'd valour and brave General too 't And all our Sects in 's March they bravely cry Triumph unto your Lordship Victory Rakers Quakers Shakers all come in And help to fill the measure of their sin From Monks Priests Fryers Scotch Presbyters they cry Deliverance is sure wee 'l fight or dye This man of no Religion like Noll hath all That do pretend this hastens much his fall Poor Monk hath Horse more fitter for to run Than fight say they wee will the Scots orecome Hang Tything Priests wee 'l pray our selves and preach Thy brandisht sword Lord Lambert that us teach Wee 'l Colledge Lands and Churches take Priests all Instead of Tythes to us for bread shall call Wee 'l make the City bow and take their Treasure Their Wives and