Like a Scotch Mark where the more modest sense Checks the loud phrase and shrinks to 13. pence Like to an Ignis fatuus whose flame Though sometimes tripartite joynes in the same Like to nine Taylors who if rightly spell'd Into one man are Monosyllabel'd Short-handed zeal in one hath cramped many Like to the Decalogue in a single penny See see how close the curs hunt under sheet As if they spent in Quire and scann'd their feet One Cure and five Incumbents leap a truss The title sure must be litigious The Sadduces would raise a question Who must be Smec at th' Resurrection Who coop'd them up together were to blame Had they but wire-drawn spun out their name 'T would make another Prentices Petition Against the Bishops and their Superstition Robson and French that count from five to five As far as nature fingers did contrive She saw they would be sessors that 's the cause She cleft her hoof into so many claws May tire their Carret-bunch yet ne're agree To rate Smectymnuus for Pole-money Caligula whose pride was mankinds bail As who disdain'd to murther by retail Wishing the world had but one general neck His glutton blade might have found game in Smec No eccho can improve the Author more Whose lungs pay use on use to half a score No Felon is more letter'd though the brand Both superscribes his shoulder and his hand Some Welsh-man was his Godfather for he Wears in his name his Genealogy The Banes are ask'd would but the time give way Beewixt Smectymnuus and Et caetera The Guests invited by a friendly Summons Should be the Convocation and the Commons The Priest to tye the Foxes tayles together Mosely or Sancta Clara chuse you whether See what off-spring every one expects What strange pluralities of men and sects One sayes hee 'l get a Vestery another Is for a Synod But upon the Mother Faith cry St. George let them go to 't and stickle Whether a Conclave or a Conventicle Thus might Religions catterwaul and spight Which uses to divorce might once unite But their crosse Fortunes interdict their trade The Groom is Rampant but the Bride displaid My task is done all my Hee-Goats are milkt So many Cards i' th' stock and yet be bilkt I could by Letters now untwist the Rabble Whip Smec from Constable to Constable But there I leave you to another dressing Only kneel down and take your Fathers blessing May the Queen Mother justifie your fears And stretch her Patent to your leather ears A Lenten Letany Composed for a confiding Brother for the benefit and edification of the Faithfull Ones FRom Villany drest in the Doublet of Zeal From three Kingdomes bak'd in one Common weal From a gleek of Lord Keepers of one poor Seal Libera nos c. From a Chancery-writ and a whip and a bell From a Justice of Peace that never could spell From Collonel P. and the Vicar of Hell Libera nos c. From Neat's feet without socks and three-peny Pyes From a new sprung Light that will put out ones eyes From Goldsmiths-hall the Devil and Excise Libera nos c. From two hours talk without one word of sense From Liberty still in the future tense From a Parliament long-wasted Conscience Libera nos c. From a Coppid Crown-tenent prick'd up by a Brother From damnable Members and fits of the Mother From Ears like Oysters that grin at each other Libera nos c. From a Preacher in buff and a Quarter-staff-steeple From th' unlimited Soveraigne Power of the People From a Kingdom that crawles on its knees like a Creeple Libera nos c. From a vinegar Priest on a Crab-tree stock From a foddering of Prayer four hours by the Clock From a holy Sister with a pittifull Smock Libera nos c. From a hunger-starv'd Sequestrators maw From Revelations and Visions that never man saw From Religion without either Gospel or Law Libera nos c. From the Nick and Froth of a Peny Pot-house From the Fiddle and Crosse and a great Scotch Louse From Committees that chop up a Man like a Mouse Libera nos c. From broken shins and the blood of a Martyr From the Titles of Lords and Knights of the Garter From the teeth of mad-dogs and a Country mans quarter Libera nos c. From the Publique Faith and an Egg Butter From the Irish Purchasers and all their clutter From Omega's nose when he fettles to sputter Libera nos c From the zeal of Old Harry lock'd up with a Whore From waiting with Plaints at the Parliament dore From the death of a King without why or wherefore Libera nos c. From the French disease and the Puritan fry From such as nere swear but devoutly can lye From cutting of capers full three story high Libera nos c. From Painted glass and Idolatrous cringes From a Presbyter's Oath that turns upon hinges From Westminster Jews with Levitical fringes Libera nos c. From all that is said and a thousand times more From a Saint and his Charity to the Poor From the Plagues that are kept for a Rebel in store Libera nos c. The Second Part. THat if it please thee to assist Our Agitators and their List And Hemp them with a gentle twist Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to suppose Our actions are as good as those That gull the People through the Nose Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee here to enter And fix the rumbling of our center For we live all at peradventure Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to unite The flesh and bones unto the sprite Else Faith and literature good night Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee O that wee May each man know his Pedigree And save that plague of Heraldry Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee in each Shire Cities of refuge Lord to rear That failing Brethren may know where Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to abhor us Of any such dear favour for us That thus have wrought thy peoples sorrows Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to embrace Our dayes of thanks and fasting face For robbing of thy holy place Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to adjourn The day of judgement least we burn For lo it is not for our turn Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to admit A close Committee there to sit No Devil to a Humane wit Quaesumus te c. That it may please to dispence A little for convenience Or let us play upon the sense Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee to embalm The Saints in Robin Wisdom's Psalm And make them musical and calm Quaesumus te c. That it may please thee since 't is doubt Satan cannot throw Satan out Unite us and the Highland rout Quaesumus te c AN
The Puritan Covenanter An Exact COLLECTION of the Choicest Poems Songs Relating to the late times Continued by the most Eminent Witts from A 1639. to 1662. RUMP OR AN EXACT COLLECTION Of the Choycest POEMS AND SONGS RELATING TO THE Late Times By the most Eminent Wits from Anno 1639. to Anno 1661. LONDON Printed for Henry Brome at the Gun in Ivy-lane and Henry Marsh at the Princes Armes in Chancery-lane 1662. TO THE READER THou hast here a Bundle of Rodds not like those of the Roman Consulls for these are signes of a No-Government If thou read these Ballads and not sing them the poor Ballads are undone They came not hither all from one Author thou wilt soon perceive the same hand held not the Pen yet none but shew either Wit or Affection and that 's better or Both which is best of all The truth is this Rump and indeed the whole Carcase was so odious and bloody a Monster that every man has a stone or rotten Egge to cast at it Now if you ask who nam'd it Rump know 't was so stil'd in an honest Sheet of Paper call'd The Bloody Rump written before the Tryal of our late Soveraign of Glorious Memory but the Word obtain'd not universal notice till it flew from the mouth of Major General Brown at a Publick Assembly in the daies of Richard Cromwell You have many Songs here which were never before in Print We need not tell you whose they are but we have not subjoyned any Authors Names heretofore it was unsafe and now the Gentlemen conceive it not so proper 'T is hoped they did His Majesty some Service 't was for that end they were scribbled Now thanks be to God we have liv'd to that day that there is no Cavalier because there is nothing else and 't is wondrous happy to see how many are his Majesties Faithfull Subjects who were ready to hang the Authors of these Ballads But he that does not blot out all that 's past and frankly embrace their New Allegiance or remembers ought but what shall preserve Universal Peace and Charity let him be Anathema For he were a strange man that should now he unsatisfied when those that writ against the King do now write for Him and those who wrote for Him need now write no more Let Heaven now continue these Blessings on His Majesty that no one Enemy live unreconciled nor any false Friend be undiscovered that so there be no strife but who shall shew most Duty to so Excellent a KING Farewell The Stationers to the Reader Gentlemen YOu are invited here to a Feast and if Variety cloy you not we are satisfied It has been our Care to please you and it is our Hope you will retribute an Acknowledgement These are select Things a work of Time which for your sake we Publish assuring you that your Welcome will Crown the Entertainment Farewell Yours H. B. H. M. RUMP-SONGS The First Part. The ZEALOUS PURITAN 1639. MY Brethren all attend And list to my relation This is the day mark what I say Tends to your renovation Stay not among the Wicked Lest that with them you perish But let us to New-England go And the Pagan People cherish Then for the truths sake come along come along Leave this place of Superstition Were it not for we that the Brethren be You would sink into Perdition There you may teach our hymns Without the Laws controulment We need not fear the Bishops there Nor Spiritual-Courts inroulment Nay the Surplice shall not fright us Nor superstitious blindness Nor scandal-rise when â—e disguise And our Sister-kiss in kindness Then for the truths sake c. For Company I fear not There goes my Cosin Hannah And Ruben so perswades to go My Cosin Joyce Susanna With Abigal and Faith And Ruth no doubt comes after And Sarah kind will not stay behind My Cosin Constance Daughter Then for the truth c. Tom Tyler is prepared And th' Smith as black as a coal Ralph Cobler too with us will go For he regards his soul The Weaver honest Simon With Prudence Jacobs Daughter And Sarah she and Barbary Professeth to come after Then for the truth c. When we that are elected Arrive in that fair Country Even by our faith as the Brethren saith We will not fear our entry The Psalms shall be our Musick Our time spent in expounding Which in our zeal we will reveal To the Brethrens joy abounding Then for the truths sake c. Pyms Juncto 1640. TRuth I could chide you Friends why how so late My Watch speaks Eight and not one pin o' th State This day undone can such remisnesse sit Your Active spirits or my more Hellish wit The Sun each step he mounts to Heavens Crown Whilst Pym commands should see a Kingdome down Y 'ave spurs enough I 'me sure to make you run HOPES guilty FORTUNES crackt and th' ILLS y 'ave done Thus Whilome seated was Great James his Heir Just as you see me now i th' Kingdoms Chair There the Great Seal there Richmond Hertford sate There Fristolâ—'s temperate pate But there sate Pâ—mbroke life of Loyalty There Holland flower of Fidelity We are no lesse then Charles in power and state You are our Junctoes who were his of late Here sits K Holy Say and Seal With Whartor Warwick Brookes inspired zeal Stroâ—d Hampden H Hasâ—â—rigge bold spirits Bold Martin Ludlow Vain unmatched wights But their Church-Elder Whites Religious beard There sits Abomination Statists Perd Charles wear at York thy Crown that pretty thing We must most humbly be at London King But what 's the businesse of the House this day How speaks my note Commissioners of Array The nineteen Propositions to be scand A second time M Train-band Letters from Tristram Whitcombe and from Hull From Amsterdam the Admirall how full Of high concernments are we Sirs advise How we most warily may weigh our prise I do conceive it must be our first play Be 't right or wrong by Vote to damn th' Array If ever that take footing and advance Farewell Militia and our Ordinance But what will the appearance be yet stay Who dares our leading Votes and Wills gainsay Should any haughty spirit presume so far What serves the Tower for then or the Bar But if we fear the businesse will not bend As may be most conducing to our end By some feignd wile it must be our next Plot To put it off and a new time alot And just Jumpe for our turn these Letters shall From Whitcombe Hotham or our Admirall Though forg'd untruths be interpos'd and read To spend the time and maze the Peoples head If the next day we yet suspect to find Such whose just Conscience cannot be inclin'd To be made Vassals to our desperate sence 'T is easie to procure a Conferrence Which shall out-spin the leisure of the morn Then we'â—e resume the House and so adjourn Till five at night the moderate wearied thus Will quit their seats
thing To which they do cling If his soul be too narrow to wear 'um No delight can I see In that word call'd degree Honest Dick sounds as well As a name of an ell That with Titles doth swell And sounds like a spell To affright mortal ears that hear 'um He that wears a brave soul and dares gallantly do May be his own Herald and Godfather too 3. Why should we then doat on One with a Fools coat on Whose Coffers are cram'd But yet he 'l be damn'd Ere he 'l do a good act or a wise one What Reason has he To be ruler o're me That 's a Lord in his chest But in 's head and his breast Is empty and bare Or but puff'd up with air And can neither assist nor advise one Honour 's but air and proud flesh but dust is 'T is we Commons make Lords and the Clerk makes the Justice 4. But since men must be Of a different degree Because most do aspire To be greater and higher Then the rest of their Fellows and Brothers He that has such a spirit Let him gain it by 's merit Spend his brains wealth or blood For his Countries good And make himself fit By his valour or wit For things above the reach of all others For Honour 's a Prize and who wins it may wear it If not 't is a Badge and a burthen to bear it 5. For my part let me Be but quiet and free I 'le drink Sack and obey And let great ones sway And spend their whole time in thinking I 'le ne're busie my Pate With secrets of State The News books I 'le burn all And with the Diurnall Light Tobacco and admit That they 're so far fit As they serve good company and drinking All the name I desire is an honest Good-Fellow And that man has no worth that won't sometimes be mellow The Royalists Answer I Have reason to fly thee And not sit down by thee For I hate to behold One so sawcy and bold To deride and contemn his Superiours Our Madams and Lords And such mannerly words With the gestures that be Fit for every degree Are things that we and you Both claim as our due From all those that are our Inferiours For from the beginning there were Princes we know 'T was you Levellers hate 'um ' cause you can't be so 2. All Titles of Honours Were at first in the Donours But being granted away With the Grantees stay Where he wear a small soul or a bigger There 's a necessity That there should be degree Where 't is due we 'l afford A Sir John and my Lord Though Dick Tom and Jack Will serve you and your Pack Honest Dick's name enough for a Digger He that has a strong Purse can all things be or do He is valiant and wise and religious too 3. We have cause to adore That man that has store Though a Bore or a sot There 's something to be got Though he be neither honest nor witty Make him high let him rule Hee 'l be playing the fool And transgresse then we 'l squeze Him for fines and for fees And so we shall gain By the wants of his brain 'T is the Fools-cap that maintains the City If honour be air 't is in common and as fit For the fool the clown as for the champion or the wit 4. Then why mayn't we be Of different degree And each man aspire To be greater and higher Then his wiser or honester brother Since Fortune and Nature Their favours do scatter This hath valour that wit T'other wealth nor is 't fit That one should have all For then what would befall Him that 's born nor to one nor to'ther Though honour were a prize at first now 't is a chattle And as merchantable grown as your wares or your cattle 5. Yet in this we agree To live quiet and free To drink sack and submit And not shew our wit By our prating but silence and thinking Let the politick Jewes Read Diurnals and Newes And lard their discourse With a Comment that 's worse That which pleaseth me best Is a Song or a Jest And my obedience I 'le shew by my drinking He that drinks well does sleep well he that sleeps well doth think well He that thinks well does do well he that does well must drink well The Independents resolve COme Drawer and fill us about some Wine Let 's merrily tipple the day 's our own VVee 'l have our delights let the Country go pine Let the King and his Kingdom groan The Crown is our own and so shall continue VVee 'l Monarchy baffle quite VVee 'l drink off the Kingdomes revenue And sacrifice all to delight 'T is Power that brings Us all to be Kings And wee 'l be all crown'd by our might 2. A fig for divinity lectures and law And all that to Loyalty do pretend While we by the sword keep the Kingdom in aw Our Power shall never have end The Church and the State wee 'l turn into liquor And spend a whole Town in a day We 'l melt all their bodkins the quicker Into Sack and drink them away We 'l keep the demeans And turn Bishops and Deans And over the Presbyters sway 3. The nimble St. Patrick is sunk in his boggs And his Country men sadly cry O hone O hone St. Andrew and 's Kirk-men are lost in the foggs Now we are the Saints alone Then on our Superiours and Equalls we trample And Jockie our stirrup shall hold The City 's our Mule for example That we may in plenty be roul'd Each delicate dish Shall but Eccho our wish And our drink shall be cordial gold The Lamentation MOurn London mourn Bathe thy polluted soul in tears Return return Thou hast more cause of grief then th'hadst for fears For the whole Kingdom now begins To feel thy sorrow as they saw thy sins And now do no Compassion show Unto thy misery and woe But slight thy sufferings as thou didst theirs 2. Pride towring Pride And boyling lust those fatal twins Sit side by side And are become Plantations of sins Hence thy Rebellions first did flow Both to the King above and him below And sordid sloth The Nurse of both Have rais'd thy crimes to such a growth That sorrow must conclude as sin begins 3. Fire raging fire Shall burn thy stately towers down Yet not expire Tygres and Wolves or men more savage grown Thy Childrens brains and thine shall dash And in your blood their guilty tallons wash Thy Daughters must Allay their lust Mischiefs will be on mischief thrust Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown 4. Cry London cry Now now petition for redresse Where canst thou fly Thy emptyed Chests augment thy heavinesse The Gentry and the Commons loath Th' adored Houses slight thee worse than both The King poor Saint Would help but can't To heav'n alone unfold thy want Thence came thy Plagues thence onely Pity flow'th The Reformation TEll not me
all a row Alas poor Lambert is undone And now he may go Preach Since 't is the English Al-a-mode For every Rogue to Teach He 'le nose it bravely in a Tub And let his Brethren know That they are Damn'd unlesse they dip Cuckolds all a row But where 's your mighty Fleetwood now His honor'â— worn to th' stump He 'le serve Ambassador to hell To make room for the Rump And thus King-killers one by one Shall to the Devil goe Upon the City Asses pack Cuckolds all a row And now Cow-hearts look to your shops The Red-coats will you fright And plunder you because they know Your hornes hang in your light Not matter for you have been the cause Of all the Kingdoms woe And do deserve still to be call'd Cuckolds all a row But if that you would honest grow And do a glorious thing Which is to rouse and take your Armes And fight for Charles our King Which Act your Credits will regain And all the World shall know That you shall then no more be call'd Cuckolds all a row The RUMP Carbonado'd or A New BALLAD To the Tune of the Black-smith LEnd me your ears not cropt and I 'le sing Of an hideous Monster or Parliament thing That City and Country doth wofully wring VVhich no body can deny Take care that no Sectary be in this place For if you offend the least Babe of Grace The Rump will be ready to fly in your face VVhich c. They fram'd a Remonstrance to set all on fire Which took with the People as they did desire And forc'd them to Covenant that they would conspire VVhich c. No sooner exalted was Essex his horn But God's law and man 's too the Cuckold did scorn To ruine our Country this Rebel was born Which c. Take Warwick along if company you lack No Admiral like an old Puritan Jack A verier Knave you cann't find in the Pack Which c. These arm'd with Commissions by Sea and by Land Did send forth their forces the King to withstand Till of all that was good they had soon made an hand Which c. In glory and wealth we once so abounded And were in Religion so thoroughly grounded That none could have shatter'd us thus but the Roundhead Which c. Which pluck'd down the King the Church and the Laws To set up an Idol then Nick-nam'd the Cause Like Bell and Dragon to gorge their own Maws Which c. They banisht all Royallists out of the Line And scarce would endure to hear any Divine That would not for company cogge lye and whine Which c. So frantickly zealous they were at that season That the five rotten Members impeacht of High Treason They guarded against all Right Law and Reason Which c. Will fool was counted the worst of the twain Till Tom fool Lord F the Cause to maintain His Honor and Conscience did fearfully stain Which c. Sir William at Run-away-downs had a bout Which him and his Lobsters did totally rout And his Lady the Conqueror could not help him out Which c. Though General B do now fawn and beseech The Cavaliers found him a blood-sucking Leech He would seem a Convert but he stinks of the Breech Which c. All will confesse that Saint Oliver Cromwell Had learn'd in his Reign the three Nations to cumwell Although it be true that he did love a Bum-well Which c. But young Dick and Harry not his Heirs but his Brats As if they had lesse wit and grace than Gib-Cats Slunk from their Commands like a pair of drown'd Rats Which c. The sound of a Rump nere heard of before In their addle pates did so whistle and roar That streight they betook themselves to the back door Which c. When Haslerig of the Rump brought up the rear The Army was in such a bodily fear That no one commander durst ever appear Which c. Down goes the Publick when Knaves usurp Power The Rump by one Ordinance can more men devour Than all the great Guns shot from the Tower Which c. Pennington long since was broken to fitters Yet fits with the Rump of Sects to Pig-litters And such as come near him he all to besquitters Which c. If Alderman Atkins you keep not in minde Hee 'l take it so ill that hee 'l fly out behinde And make you remember with every winde Which c. Titchborn could preach pray and prate by the Spirit And Ireton little better who rang'd like a Ferretâ— And Tyburn thinks long to give them their merit Which c. Lord Gourney was right whom the City betraid Now the City would be right were the Maior not a Jade Till such as he be made examples nere look for better Trade Which c. Ne're did any Nation so court their own good As we have all offers of mercy withstood God's judgement on our rapine and shedding of blood Which c. All wise men and good say it is a mischievous fate A Kingdome to turn to a Popular State Yet wee 'l take no warning untill it be too late Which c. A desperate crew of self-seeking Elves Do wilfully force us on quicklands and shelves This we see yet we seek not to safeguard our selves Which c. For when the poor Cits are plunder'd by force Their grievances find as little remorse I' th' man-beast the Maior as in his great horse Which c. The Rump yet fits brooding upon their close stool In labour to bring forth a Knave or a Fool Begotten by a new Legislative Tool Which c. Sir Henry Vane Prince of the last modell'd rout Was known as a Traytor both cunning and stout Yet for being too rampant the Rump shit him out Which c. James Harrington Knight or Knave choose you whether For in the Rump still Knight and Knave go together The times cannot mend till hee 's tyed to his tether Which c. Harry Martin and Scot with some thirty eight more Are resolved on the question to keep us all poor Whilest they have the power to Plunder and Whore Which c. Who can gain-say that it was a strong fart Which blew the Lord Disborough back to his Cart And taught silly Fleetwood of crying the Art Which c. 'T is pity that Hewson the Lord should have died For piercing his Brother the Cobler's Hide Since the word of Command came from his blind side Which c. Luke Robinson wants both his Bristles and Aule To stitch up his lame Legge and help him to craule Who down-right hath halted betwixt God and Baal Which c. The Prentices once put the Troupers to flight And the Red-coats for fear then were ready to shite When Lambert the Atheist marcht Northward to fight Which c. The Greeks that sack Troy from the Belly did come Of Epriis his Horse but with Musket and Drum The War among us is carried on by the Bum VVhich c. Jack
Bayes A joyfull c. He that has marched quite three Kingdoms o're Subdu'd his great mind for to make them four The signs to bring peace and plenty to our door A joyfull c. Let all antient Glory then be a Romance Let old Fame and craz'd Time lye in a Trance Nothing new but Hony Soit qui maly pense A joyfull c. This is the Noble Champion of the Garter The Great Defender of the Magna Charter The Soveraign Good came from the Northerne Quarter A joyfull c. To settle a Nation without any Blowes To break down the Bridge of another Nose To do what all wish but no body Knows A joyfull c. To compleat a Design without any Noyse To amuse the Loud cry of Vive le Roys And sport all along with your Common wealth toys A joyfull c. But all the grand Hero's and wise ones together None had such advantage of Wine and Weather 'T is true he 's sprung of a Princely Feather A joyfull c. Where shall we begin his Trophees to raise Or when shall we make an end of his praise The blessing and honour and joy of these dayes A joyfull c. The untam'd Scot before his glorious time Has made t' expiate their treacherous crime They own him sole Conqueror of their Clime A joyfull c. His great and most powerfull Influence Ha's restrain'd them in their Obedience As if they own'd the Vice-roy of their Prince A joyfull c. The shifting Irish ' bey'd his great command The slaughtered Dutch yet rowling on the sand Crave a reflux to keep them from his hand A joyfull c. Thrice did he Victory over them repeat And the almost wearied State were forc'd to treat To save them from a final last defeat A joyfull c. Whether we conquer'd are or we must submit By his all-powerfull hand to them that sit We are sure to be eas'd of our present fit A joyfull c. What if great George should come to the City And in all your good humours should presently fit ye And I hope he will do else more is the pity A joyfull sight to see The City of LONDON'S New Letany To the Tune of the Black-Smith FRom Rumps that do Rule against Customes and Laws From a fardle of Fancies stil'd a Good Old Cause From Wives that have nails which are sharper than Claws Good Jove deliver us all From men who seek Right where it 's not to be had From such who seek good where all things are bad From wise men far worse than fools or men mad Good Jove c. From Soldiers that wrack the poor out of dores From Rumps that stuff Coffers to pleasure their Whores Which they secretly squeeze from Commâ—â—-wealth scores Good Jove c. From Ingrossers of wealth to lye by their walls Which they force from poor women for keeping of Stalls And choose for to rise by other mens falls Good Jove c. From Knaves that doe pocket good Subjects Estates From such that give Plaisters when they 've broken our Pates From Rumps that do Vote down our Postes Chaines and Gates Good Jove c From States-men that Court the Thing that they hate From wofull Repentance that comes too late From those that delight in making of bate Good Jove c From Souldiers who mutiny for want of their pay And at last go sneeking without it away Crying they hope for a far better day Good Jove c. From one who brought Forces to fill up the Town That when Rumps were at highest he might pull them down Because he himself doth aim at the Crown Good Jove c. From Commanders who never drew swords but in Schools Which were button-pointed to favour such fools Who in vapouring words do threaten Joynt stools Good Jove c. Who to loose drop of blood would faint at the heart And in dread of a Gun are scar'd at a Fart If one blows but his Nose it makes them to start Good Jove c. Who think every brush of wind an Alarm To which they make ready and cry out Arm Arm Yet secretly pray that there may be no harm Good Jove c. From a City that lyes on its back to be Gelt From those that won't stir till famine be felt From the Pike the Gun the Sword and the Belt Good Jove c. From a simple Maior not fit to Rule Hoggs From such as obey him like Spannel Doggs From Summers heat and from winters Foggs Good Jove c. From Country Petitions and Declarations That will not be drawn one inch from theiâ— stations But triumph in words for old Reformations Good Jove c. From Apprentices valour and threats from the City Which would Act great Wonders yet forbear in pitty From Fools that conceit themselves very witty Good Jove c. From Oaths and Engagements imposed by force And broken as fast without any remorse Alleadging them Ceremonies of course Good Jove c. From those whose damn'd actions with Treason are Crown'd From such that would Law and Gospel confound And vow that the City they 'l burn to the ground Good Jove c. From People that murmur with Swords in their hand And keep an entreating when they may command Yet had rather loose all than Knaves to withstand Good Jove c. From Rumps that the Kingdoms Revenue have spent From an everlasting Parliament And from an Army full of discontent Good Jove c. From such who do courtesies with a long pause From those who condemn before they hear the Cause And from Trades that are worse than picking of straws Good Jove c. From a Foes mercy when one lyes in his power From a Friends anger in an ill hour And from a Fool that 's Lieutenant of the Tower Good Jove c. From men who make use of their Friends in the nick And when the Brunt's over against them do kick The thoughts of such Varlets do make my Muse sick Good night good people all The RUMP serv'd in with a Grand Sallet or A New Ballad To the Tune of the Black-smith 1. POetical Muses have fallen heavy as a Mallet Upon the poor Rump for disgusting their Pallet To cure the disrellish take now a Grand Sallet Which no body can deny 2. This RVMP is deriv'd by lineal descent As the undoubted Heir and excrement Of the yet perpetual Parliament Which c. 3. This was such an Idol as the Zâ—alots did strain Their Purses and Consciences for to maintain Though it prov'd both of Church and Kingdom the bane Which c. 4. The tail of the Dragon 's not so bad as this Rump Which hath three such Kingdoms worn to the very stump And must leave them for the time a confused Lump Which c. 5. Our Lawes Lives Lands Liberties were upon sale By this everlasting Rump Fag-end or tail Yea to save our very Souls they refus'd to take bail Which c. 6. A Tail which was eaten