scorn to set their hand The Rump thinks All their own are basely proud Yet sure Kings bloud toth ' Heavens cryes aloud Seven Things like Heads and Hornes this Rumpish thing No Head All Tayl unto three Kingdomes bring Their own House first like Serpents Vipering The Rumpish part the Major part out fling The I le of Wight's Concessions Ravelling By their proud Army all things levelling About four hundred of their house protesting With many Lords and all good men detesting Their black designes then Holiness professing They Cheat the City next and so progressing They Cheat the Presbyterians who not perceiving Their dark deep Plots are caught in their deceiving Vote the King's Trial and then set up a Court Of Lawless Bloudy men them to support Base Rhadamantus Bradshaw's Preists are praying With Jezabel Fast whiles they their King betraying The Scotch Commissioners from their Parlament Now Charge the Rump with breach of Covenant Embassadors come from Holland full of Grief The States desire to save King Charles his life But they that now are heightned in Rebellion Change Lawes and Oathes and so must change Religion The Lamb 's brought forth the Charge is drawn producing False Witnesses the Sects are all Rejoycing The King 's at Bar Traitors o' th' Bench him Greeting In his own Courts Injustice makes the meeting The Law 's arraign'd a Juncto base is sitting The Jesuites Designes them alwayes fitting Before they hear him his death subscribe and seal Persians Jewes Turks come shew a parallel The power of that Court the King denying He must not speak they Sentence pass for dying Our Pilate washt in 's own King's bloud Murdering Blest Charles who like his Saviour suffering Like to the Lamb of God this Lamb is pardoning His Foes so dyes the Rump their hearts are hard'ning Thy Palace was thy Calvary blest King There thou our Martyr Thy Royal Head a Spring Of Wisdom's Goodness for pure Conscience dying Untill Reveng'd Kings bloud 's a sin still crying Black Forty eights Ter deno Jani sadning All Christians hearts the Rumpish Sects are bathing Themselves in our dear Princes bloud flattering Their false proud Hopes never to see a scattering The Scaffold Charles his Olivet ascending Where Saints and Angels Glory sing Transcending They Traiterously thus murder Charles our King At his own House the House of Banqueting At one sad blow three Kingdomes Murdering All that was sacred Laws and Faith disordering They never thought of Justice for to bring Themselves to Judgment make this Charles our King But God's the God of Kings his righteous Judging Made us submit and mourn and leave our Grudging How can my Subjects live Justice expecting So our Blest Charles Their King they thus rejecting No Law made these a Court to Try our King Of all Injustice now the Rump's the Spring The Law of Thieves the Sword that lawless Thing All our black Miseries to pass did bring Those Courts of Justice were of their own making His Life his Lands his Laws his Power Taking Good God wher 's Justice now Thine own Anointed Our Hopes our Hearts our Head our Law 's disjoynted The well built Pillars of three Kingdom 's down They Cull and take the power and the Crown King Nobles Commons and the Clergy then Become a Sacrifice to these bloudy Men. That God Heavens Earth and Men should see this thing All silent be my Muse he 's silencing Priests of th' Ignatian brood this Rump stir up Others deluded doe also fill the Cup. Catilines and Scylla's and base Marius plots Are nothing to these Demogorgons knots Such Saints of base and mean extraction doe That 's fit for Villaines and for Divels too England Repent and Mourn A woful Thing 'S committed in thee Murdering Charls thy King Religion is pretended for this Act And God's Grand Justice for this cursed Fact God will be Just Great Charles his Royal Suffering 'S a Sacrifice three Kingdomes Royal Offering We pray'd for Justice True this Charles to see Their Common Wealth 's our Common Misery O God forgive thy People truly Mourning For this Grand sin though some were hardned spurning At thy Grand patience Thy Act of Mercy Great And Full Oblivion we humbly Lord Intreat Thousands were Innocent of this Grand dissembling Whose Souls in humbling sorrow have been trembleing These Men the worst of Murderers Fame doth Sing The Best of Kings Blest Charles our Royal King All those that in this sin are still persisting And so thy Gracious Mercy still Resisting Bring them to Justice Lord their Soules yet save For none but Devils Damnation of them Crave In Man's Grand Justice give them mercy Great And for that Cursed Fact Repentance meet Wee doe believe that thou art God forgiving If wee Repent and change our wicked living The Rump then Vote their Lords an useless thing It 's just with God they suffer with their King Some Lords most coldly out from their House going Whilst Rump and Armed Sects are us undoing They Vote the House of Lords a dangerous thing And burdensome the Office of a King When they were then more burdensome than both Customes Excize and Taxes made us loathe Their Government they new Delinquents made For to keep up their stinking Rumpish trade Brave Reinoldson Lord Mayor would not proclaim Their Act ' gainst Kingly Government and Name Sequestred and Imprison'd in the Tower This was the Justice of that Rumpish power They do the greatest Treason yet make Laws That all 's high treason done against their Cause The Crown the Jewels Hangings and the rest Of the Kings Goods are sold not to the best Both they themselves and eke their Army buy And City friends King Charls his Treasury They kisse betray and kill and yet are praising Their own base Acts all Subjects true upbraiding Three Kingdoms Justice Law Power rending And yet Lay-Priests Lay-Prelats them commending The people never chose them such a thing A Common-wealth ' gainst Law and ' gainst their King High Courts of cruel foul injustice making Who by proud Tyrants power share partaking Both Witness Judge and Jury too did buy Themselves th' Estates of those they doom'd to dye Flusht with Kings bloud then Lords Priests they slay All but themselves they alwayes did betray How many suffer Death none Death deserving The Rumpish stinking power for preserving Duke Hamilton Earle Holland next condemning And brave Lord Capel dyes His King Commending The Earle of Norwich getteth a Reprieve And Sir John Owen's voted for to Live And Dorislaus is in Holland slain Vengeance begins for blood their cause did stain The Royal Issue stately and Princely things Are still preserv'd by God the King of Kings Gracious and blest Elizabeth God up taking With Charls his soul the heavenly Quire up making Great York he scapes God carries him away Brave Glocester young God findes for him a day To get from their base terms before this time Prince Charls was safe abroad God hath the prime Care Rule and
Symplegades Antrum OR THE Rumpant Story Impartially relating their Tyrannical dealings and Clymacterical Downfall TOGETHER With a Congratulation of his most Sacred Majesty in his most Happy REIGN By John Mullinax Dr. in Physick â—et Straw Wat-Tiler Cromwell prognatus eodem Onâ— incastarunt funeribus Patriam â—â—â—DON 〈…〉 To the Illustrious and Victorious George Duke of Albemarle Earl of Thorington Baron of Teese Beauchampe c. General of his Majesties Forces Master of the Horse Privy Counsellor and Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter c. MAy it please your Grace to vouchsafe your benign and serene Aspect upon these my rude bold Addresses because Almighty God hath made your gracious Excellency a wonderful Instrument in his hand for this most happy and blessed Change which 〈…〉 mercy the settlement of his 〈…〉 restoring of Parliâ—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 â—â—berty and Property of the Subject and the Reformation of the Protestant Religion for which blessing the Almighty God be for ever glorified Your Grace receive your just Honour and Praise and the three Kingdomes bee for ever happy under his most Excellent and most Gracious Majesties Reign and Government So praies in all humble acknowledgment Your Graces most humble and faithful Servant J.M.D. Mae Symplegadis antrum suppositum caudae OR The Rumpant Story BRave Albion white when ruled by a King And Parlament a stately glorious thing Triumphs at home Conquers abroad a sting To Rebels but to Subjects true a spring Of Peace and Justice Mercy Truth Bâ—essing Belov'd enjoy'd obey'd beyond expressing These three Estates in Love and Justice being All in their Order and all in one agreeing Did make us happy then wee gladly sing Grace to our Parlament Glory to our King Sole Monarchy proves Tyranny Sans Law Sole Aristocracy by force doth draw And sole Democracy which the people choose Proves Oligarchy which all good men refuse These three being justly ballanc'd was our glory The best of Governments In every story The King hath his Prerogative and Rights The Lords their Honours Powers and Delights The People Priviledge by Parlament God long had blest us with this Government When these divided then our sins did bring A dismal Judgement on us and our King Black bloody Civil war with every string Of Treasons trouble Viper-like wee sting Our Mothers bowels the foot and breast aspiring To rule the head and power so desiring Then Priviledge Prerogative out drive The Royal Head with Breast and Foot did strive Religion Law and Libertie's pretended By both 'twixt these our blessed Peace is ended England like Jeshuron fat and full was kicking Gods best and blest of Governments despising Unruly murmuring Changes affecting Provoke Gods Justice to our sins correcting Our sins were ripe for Judgement few repenting In Court in City in Country few relenting State Church-men proud Sabbath profannesse suffering And Superstition made God abhor the offering Like Eli's sons the Scots the War begining Our Church is punisht for our Nations sining Some weary of a good and blessed King Would see a change in that Republick thing Plots laid before I' th' House they 'r undermining New seeming Saints cry out for new refining They cry'd the Church had need of great reforming When under-hand ' gainst King Church they 'r storming Hâ—d they been Papists then their Pope declaring Ouâ— King an Heretique might have made them daring But Protestants a purer knick to bring Seditions strange i' th' Church i' th' State toth ' King The War 's begun those sores are tender things Sharp Deep and Dangerous 'twixt Parlaments Kings Brave men on both sides and successe attending Now this then that God did expect our mending Militia and Aray these two contest A seven years Civil war doth us molest In these three Kingdoms some on both sides fighting Bellona bringeth War Thunder and Lightning Blame neither side but lay it on our sins The which all trouble war and ruine brings How many years without dividing wee Were happy in this Civil Trinity This three in one and one in three did make England of all Gods blessings to partake Let 's never more by Factions sad divide This one from three our God bee still their guide Let 's never take our sweet and blessed King From our great Parlament him counselling Let 's never set two Houses up more high Against our King his Crown and Dignity The Cursed'st Act that e'r were done before These Black Divisions brought unto our Door Blood Murder Treason Rapine and the Rest In Kingdoms three and in the Churches brest No tongue can tell fit only for Oblivion Let 's live and love obey hate new Division Muse weep the rest only pray God for healing For by this worst of War and cursed dealing The Foot 's dismemberd and the Head out driving The Breasts go forth the monstrous Rumps us riding Some Things of Forty Eight I shall declare The Yeares before doe pass my Ferry Fare Brave Prentises of London they Petition In Forty Eight the Rump call's this Sedition And they 'r abus'd Imprison'd some i' th' Tower To Terrify the rest by Rumpish power Brave Marmaduke Sir Langdale doth surprize Barwick Sir Philip Musgrave Son's Disguise Doth take Carlile some stirre at Edmond's Bury A brave Petition then doth come from Surrey Brave Kent doth joy the King but then is slain Sir Nicholas Kemish and some Loyal Train The Navy some Revolt and Maidstone fight Pomfret surpriz'd by Morris doth them fright Brave Earl of Norwich is at Bow with 's Forces The Rump had basely voted no Addresses These now were null'd Francis Lord Villers slain Prince Charles upon the Sea doth Sail again Scotch Hamilton's Army at Preston beaten is Treaty i' th' Ile of Wight our hope of bliss But O brave Colchester stands out till all Valor 's orecome by famin's sadning Fall Brave Lucas good Sir Charles is shot to Death And Sir George Lisle doth also lose his breath ' Gainst promis'd Life though Fairfax was abus'd Nol oft this breach of faith had sadly us'd Army Remonstrance comes from Winsor Castle Nol now for power most cunningly doth wrastle Rebellious Army Traiterously advance To London their own Interest to inhance The King's Concessions gave some satisfaction So Voted in that time of sad Distraction Thank Prinne for that the People are deluded Those Honest Members now they are Secluded Imprison'd against Law Religion Reason And then the Rump doth Vote the Highest Treason From Wight to Hurst to Windzor the King is brought How much deceiv'd by Nol when sold for nought Now by their Army doth the Rumpish stream Vote in themselves all Power to be Supream Though Few i' th' House the major part did vote An ordinance to cut King Charles his Throat No writs must longer run in the King's name The Term's adjourn'd they care not now for shame The Scotch Commissioners declare dissent The Agreement of the People some present That tearm they give although throughout the land Thousands for one did
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
Rocks receive his Majesty Brave Monck receives him first conducts brings Charls to his Courts where's Ancestors sate Kings The seat of Kings Arch-Bishops Canterbury Sing Sabbath praises make his soul most merry Then Rochester from thence to London comes With Princes Nobles Gentry Souldiers Drums Fair Virgins all in white sweet flowers strowing And all the people old and young God praising He mounts the steed upon Black-Heath to see His people Joy in this prosperity Our God the humble soul is recompencing On 's own birth-Day his Triumphs here commencing On 's own birth-Day the Lord Mayer banqueting Princes and Nobles with Joy refresh the King On 's own birth-Day the Ministers presenting Gods Sacred Book the King with Joy accepting Like to his stately Princely brothers royal o th' right hand stands St. Paul Religion loyal Learning o th' left the blew caps Psalms did sing Religion Learning Mercy blesse our King Gods word Gods Providence books fit for Kings And 's Fathers Solitudes and sufferings 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and experience Books fit for Princes full of excellence These teach the greatest Princes God to fear To Rule the Church for Christ and to appear For Justice Truth and Peace and for the Laws The which makes God appear for Princes cause God doth expect return of Mercy lent God blesse King Charls Law Church and Parlament Quite through the City rides our gracious King And 's Princely Brothers God blesse them all did sing All men were gallant and the Conduits running Our waters turnd to wine by Charls his coming Up to White Hall the Parlament him greeting Three Kingdoms joyfull happy blessed meeting The view of Nations Councels states and things Abroad makes him the best of Europes Kings Charls will protect us with his wings and eke His sword and scepter will true Subjects keep The House of Lords his name eternizing The House of Commons their allegiance bring Dukes Marquesses Earls Viscounts Lords Barons sing All true born Gentry kneel unto their King Great George shall Joseph be and have the ring And second Chariot of our gracious King We 'l Abrech cry and bow the knee and sing Brave Monk hath brought Lords Commons the King We joy'd in Monk his morning star to be Much more in him to whom George bowes the knee The City makes triumphant flourishing Allen Lord Mayor's Chain purple Glorying The Aldermens Gold Chains and scarlet bring Their due obedience unto Charls our King Brown leads the Horse gallant in Marshalling Robinson the foot all to proclaim the King Brave Londons Companies in order sitting To tender their allegiance just and fitting Sweet little babes Hosanna cry that day De King de King God blesse King Charls they pray The Merchants brave the Trades-men praises sing The Virgins dance young men their Caps up fling Old men and Matrons gravely pray and sing ' Cause they before they dye might see their King The Trumpets sound the Musick tunes each string The Canons roar the Bonfires blaze Bells ring The Wine 's drawn forth feasting and banqueting Belconies streets and shops all cry the King If such a Diapason for the King At his proclaiming what will his presence bring Now Charls is come beyond expression wee Rejoyce in this our Royal Trinity We 're all orecome with joy and cannot shew But with obedience in Allegiance bow Depths of Affection makes us truly loyal Mounts all our hearts to joy in him most Royal We 're all Seraphickly inflam'd to see The Angels bring our King and Liberty Now God himself preserve our Gracious King Christ keep his soul Angels protection bring Now Charls is come all Englands Bells did ring England's all voices which did bravely sing England's all flaming Bonfires for her King England's all Musick striking every string England's all Joy no true man murmuring England's all Peace good men it furthering England's all Happiness England's all flourishing England's all glory King Charls them nourishing Thus England's London and her Parliament Their faithful Joy unto King Charls present Least witches wizards sects or divelish thing Jugling Astrologers blast his blest setling Our tears as waves our prayers as winds did bring Our hearts as ships and sails to Charls our King For his return and now our Lands we cry Our goods and lives are his that he thereby May settle Church and state all in Gods fear God is the author of his happiness here Maugre fanatick rage the Heavens bring Our Prince a Saint our Charls a Soveraign King How are the Pulpits turn'd the City round How do they now King Charls his praise refound Sure too much fire was in them heretofore But now Gods Providence they do adore Thy Kingdome come was Treason for to pray Yea for to think in that black Rumpish day T was Treason to be Honest Just and True To keep our Oaths and Covenants most due No more Sedition let any man now teach But truly purely gravely Gods Word preach The Heads of Israels Tribes and Princes bring At thirty years old good David Judahs King To Israels Throne and then all covenanting Before the Lord they there anoint him King The Jebusites him scorn most basely railing The Philistims him threat most basely raging Hee conquers all by righteous valour reigning Full forty years Judahs and Israels King Wee 'l make the Parallel blest Charls in thee Three Kingdomes glory to posterity Our Tribes and Princes Lords and Commons bring At thirty years old Allegiance to our King Jebusites and Philistims do shew their sting But Charls in Gods Name all is conquering By brave Monks conduct and our covenanting Before the Lord God will anoint him King Since David's gone and Solomon's Reigning Twice forty years let 's pray God bless our King Our Gospel true Allegiance we will bring To Charls the Second our Soveraign Lord the King God fitted David by humble suffering In a strange Nation under a strange King Betray'd at home abroad hee 's travelling The mysteries of other States unravelling When Gods time 's come hee 's then brought home made King Rules much for God settles each holy thing As Moses Law commands no Worship new Sets up but what the Lord injoyns that's true In this Great Charls thou art the Parallel Rule much for God and Christ all shall be well The Law 's reform'd the Gospels glad tiding Of Truth and Peace here settled by our King Prerogative and Priviledge agreeing Just Liberty and Property all seeing The Paroxisms of Church and State compiling Both Paul and Barnabas Charls is reconciling Like Moses from the Mount of God descends Our blessed Charls and all true Saints makes friends Confirms the Tables Gospel and the Law And by his good Examples doth us draw Oppress no conscience Fundamentals holding Oblige just Interests mercy them infolding Impose no Ceremonies that are found oppressing All new Religions stop Gods sacred blessing Make Service most Divine the Rule 's Gods Word So saies our Articles and so the Lord It is most fit