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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.
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Mullinax, John.
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Wing M3058B; ESTC R213888
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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 warbleing FINIS