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Ratts rhimed to death. Or, The Rump-Parliament hang'd up in the Shambles.
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Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.
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Wing R307; Thomason E1761_2; ESTC R203305
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Old Olivers Nose But when the Devil of that did dispose It Descended from thence to the Rump in the Cloze Which no body can deny Nor is it likely there to stay long The Retentive faculties being gone The Juggle is stale and Money there 's none Which no body can deny The Secluded Members made a Trial To Enter but them the Rump did defy all By the Ordinance of Self denial Which no body can deny Our Politique Doctors do us Teach That a Blood-sucking Red-coat's as good as a Leech To Relieve the Head if appli'd to the Breech Which no body can deny But never was such a worm as Vane When the State scour'd last it voided him then Yet now he 's crept into the Rump again Which no body can deny Ludlow's Fart was a Prophetique Trump There never was any thing so Jump 'T was the very Type of a vote of this Rump Which no body can deny They say 't is good Luck when a Body rises With the Rump upward but he that advises To Live in that Posture is none of the wisest Which no body can deny The Reason is worse though the Rime be Untoward When things proceed with the wrong end Forward But they say there 's sad news to the Rump from the Nor'ward Which no body can deny 'T is a wonderfull thing the strength of that Part At a Blast it will take you a Team from a Cart And Blow a mans Head away with a Fart Which no body can deny When our Brains are Sunck below the Middle And our Consciences steer'd by the hey Down-Diddle Then things will go round without a Fiddle Which no body can deny You may Order the City with a Hand-Granado Or the Generall with a Bastonado But no way for a Rump like a Carbonado Which no body can deny To make us as famous in Councill as Wars Here 's Lenthal a Speaker for mine And Fleetwood is a man of Mars Which no body can deny 'T is pitty that Nedham's fall'n into Disgrace For he orders a Bumme with a marvellous Grace And ought to attend the Rump by his Place Which no body can deny Yet this in spight of all Dysasters Although he hath Broken the Heads of his Masters 'T is still his Profession to give 'em all Plasters Which no body can deny Let 'em cry down the Pope till their Throats are sore Their design was to bring him in at the Back-door For the Rump ha's a mind to the scarlet whore Which no body can deny And this is a Truth at all hands confest However unskilfull in any of the rest The Rump speaks the Language of the Beast Which no body can deny They talk that Lambert is like to be try'd For Treason and Buggery beside Because that he did the Rump bestride Which no body can deny The Rump's an old story if well understood 'T is a thing dress'd up in a Parliament's Hood And lik't but the Tayl stands where the Head should Which no body can deny 'T would make a man scratch where it does not itch To see forty fools heads in one politique Breech And that Hugging the Nation as the Devill did the Witch Which no body can deny From rotten Members preserve our Wives From the mercy of a Rump our Estates and our Lives For they must needs go whom the Devill drives Which no body can deny The Re-Resurrection of the RUMP Or Rebellion and Tyranny reviv'd The third Edition To the Tune of the Blacksmith IF none be offended with the Sent Though I foul my mouth I 'le be content To sing of the Rump of a Parliament Which no body can deny I have sometimes fed on a Rump in Sowse And a man may imagine the Rump of a Lowse But till now was ne're heard of the Rump of a House Which no body can deny There 's a Rump of Beef and the Rump of a Goose And a Rump whose Neck was hang'd in a Noose But ours is a Rump can play fast and loose Which no body can deny A Rump had Jane Shore and a Rump Messaleen And a Rump had Anthony's resolute Queen But such a Rump as ours is never was seen Which no body can deny Two short years together we English have scarce Been rid of thy rampant Nose Old Mars But now thou hast got a prodigious Arse Which no body can deny When the parts of the Body did all fall out Some Votes it is like did passe for the Snout But that the Rump should be King was never a doubt Which no body can deny A Cat has a Rump and a Cat has nine Lives Yet when her Head 's off her Rump never strives But our Rump from the grave hath made two Retrives Which no body can deny That the Rump may all their enemies quail They 'l borrow the Devil's Coat of Mail And all to defend their Estate in Tail Which no body can deny But though their Scale now seem to be the Upper Ther 's no need of the charge of a Thanksgiving Supper For if they be the Rump the Army 's their Crupper Which no body can deny There is a saying belongs to the Rump Which is good although it be worn to the stump That on the Buttocks I 'le give thee a Thump Which no body can deny There 's a Proverb in which the Rump claims a part Which hath in it more of Sense than of Art That for all you can do I care not a Fart VVhich no body can deny Ther 's another Proverb gives the Rump for his Crest But Alderman Atkins made it a Jest That of all kind of Lucks shitten Luck is the best VVhich no body can deny There is another Proverb that never will fail That the good the Rump will do when they prevail Is to give us a flap with a Fox-tail VVhich no body can deny There is a saying which is made by no fools I can never hear on 't but my heart it cools That the Rump wil spend all we have in Close-stools VVhich no body can deny There 's an observation wise and deep Which without an Onyon will make me to weep That flies will blow maggots in the Rump of a sheep VVhich no body can deny And some that can see the Wood from the Trees Say This sanctifi'd Rump in time we may leese For the Cooks do challenge the Rumps for their fees VVhich no body can deny When the Rump doth sit we will make it our moan That a reason be ' nacted if there be not one Why a Fart hath a Toung and a Fyest hath none VVhich no body can deny And whilst within the Walls they lurk To satisfie us will be a good work Who hath most Religion the Rump or the Turk VVhich no body can deny A Rump's a Fag-end like the baulk of a Furrow And is to the whole like the Jayl to the Burrough 'T is the Bran that is left when the meal is run thorough VVhich no body can deny Consider the World
POETICUS To the Tune of The Old Soldier of the Queens c. NEws News Here 's the Occurrences and a new Mercurius A Dialogue betwixt Hazelrig the Baffl'd and Arthur the Furious With Ireton's readings upon Legitimate and Spurious Proving that a Saint may be the Son of a Whore for the satisfaction of the Curious From a Rump insatiate as the Sea Libera nos Domine Here 's the true reason of the City's Infatuation Ireton has made it drunck with the Cup of Abomination That is the cup of the Whore after the Geneva Interpretation Which with the juice of Tichburn's Grapes must needs cause Intoxication From a Rump c. Here 's the Whipper whipt by a Friend to George that whipp'd Jack that whipp'd the Breech That whipp'd the Nation as long as it could stand over it After which It was it selfe Re-jerk'd by the sage Author of this Speech Me-thinks a Rump should go as well with a Scotch spur as with a Switch From a Rump c. This Rump hath many a Rotten and unruly Member Give the General the Oath cries one but his Conscience being a little tender I 'le Abjure you with a Horse-pox quoth George and make you remember The ' Leaventh of February longer than the Fifth of November From a Rump c. VVith that Monck leaves in Rump assembled the Three Estates But oh how the Citizens hugg'd him for breaking down their Gates For Tearing up their Posts and Chains and for Clapping up their Mates When they saw that he brought them Plasters for their broken Pates From a Rump c. In truth this Rufle put the Town in great disorder Some Knaves in Office smil'd expecting 't would go furder But at the last my Life on 't George is no Rumper said the Recorder For there never was either Honest Man or Monck of that Order From a Rump c. And so it prov'd for Gentlemen sayes the Generall I 'le make you amends Our Greeting was a little untoward but wee 'l part Friends A little time shall shew you which way my Design tends And that besides the good of Church and State I have no other ends From a Rump c. His Excellence had no sooner pass'd this Declaration and Promise But in steps Secretary Scot the Rump's man Thomas With Luke their lame Evangelist the Devil keep 'um from us To shew Monck what precious Members of Church and State the Bumm ha's From a Rump c. And now comes the Supplication of the Members under the Rod Nay My Lord cryes the Brewers Clerk good my Lord for the Love of God Consider yourself us and this poor Nation and that Tyrant Abroad Don't leave us but George gave him a Shrugg instead of a Nodd. From a Rump c. This mortall Silence was followed with a most hideous Noyse Of Free-Parliament Bells and Rump-confounding Boyes Crying Gueld the Rogues Sindg their Tails when with a low Voyce Fire and Sword by this Light cryes Tom let 's look to our Toyes From a Rump c. Never were wretched Members in so sad a Plight Some were Broyld some Roasted others Burnt out-right Nay against Rumps so Pittilesse was their Rage and Spite That not a Citizen would kisse his wife that Night From a Rump c. By this time Death and Hell appear'd in the ghastly Looks Of Scot and Robinson those Legislative Rooks And it must needs put the Rump most damnably off the Hooks To see that when God has sent meat the Devil should send Cooks From a Rump c. But Providence their old friend brought these Saints off at Last And through the Pikes and the Flames un-dis-membred they Past Although God wot with many struglings and much Hast For Members or no Members was but a measuring Cast From a Rump c. Being come to Whitehall there 's the dismall mone Let Monck be damn'd cries Arthur in a terrible tone That Traytor and those Cuckoldly Rogues that set him on But tho' the Knight spits Blood 't is observ'd that he Draws none From a Rump c. The Plague Bawle you cries Harry Martin you have brought us to this condition You must be canting and be Pox'd with your Bare-bones Petition And take in that Bull-headed splay-footed Member of the Circumcision That Bacon-fac'd Jew Corbet that son of Perdition From a Rump c. Then in steps Driv'ling Mounson to take up the Squabble That Lord which first taught the use of the Wooden Dagger and Ladle He that out-does Jack Pudding at a Custard or a Cawdle And were the Best Fool in Europe but that he wants a Bawble From a Rump c. More was said to little Purpose the next news is a Declaration From the Rump for a Free-State according to the Covenant of the Nation And a Free-Parliament under Oath and Qualification Where none shall be Elect but Members of Reprobation From a Rump c. Here 's the Tail Firk'd a Piece acted lately with great applause With a Plea for the Prerogative Breech and the Good Old Gause Proving that Rumps and Members are antienter than Laws And that a Bumm Divided is never the worse for the Flawes From the Rump c. But all things have their Period and Fate An Act of Parliament dissolves a Rump of State Members grow weak and Tails themselves run out of Date And yet thou shalt not Dye Dear Breech thy Fame I 'le celebrate From a Rump c. Here lies a Pack of Saints that did their Souls and Country Sell For Dirt The Devil was their good Lord him they serv'd Well By his Advice they Stood and Acted and by his President they Fell Like Lucifer making but one step betwixt Heaven and Hell From a Rump insatiate as the Sea Liberasti nos Domine A Dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick The former a Country-Man the other a Citizen Presented to His Excellency and the Councill of State at Drapers-Hall in London March 28. 1660. To the Tune of I le never love thee more Tom. NOw would I give my life to see This wondrous man of might Dick. Do'st see that Jolly Lad That 's he I 'le warrant him he 's right Ther 's a true Trojan in his Face Observe him o're and o're Chorus Dick. Come Tom If ever George be base Ne're trust good-fellow more He 's none of that Fantastique brood That murther while they pray That trusse and cheat us for our good All in a godly way He Drinks no Blood and they no Sack Into their gutts will poure Chorus But if GEORGE does not the knack Ne're trust good-fellow more His quiet Conscience needs no guard He 's brave but full of pitty Tom. Yet by your leave he knock'd so hard H 'ad like t'awak'd the Citty Dick. Fool 'T was the Rump that let a Fart The Chains and Gates it tore Chorus But if GEORGE beares not a true heart Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. Your Citty-blades are cunning Rooks How rarely you collogue him But when your Gates flew off