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
France Prince Câ—nâ—y Cardinal and King At wars the Cardinal owns the Rumpish thing ' Gainst Calling and Religion of Rome What policy is there wee cannot doom They here make peace forsake their Princely friends Mazarine's back Game yet God hath secret ends To make our Charls the Protestants Protector And of Romes fallacy the Grand Rejector How many seals were broke Treason committing Each one the others knavery out witting The Rumps Grand breeches were of Nols devising By them set up hee sees himself uprising Nol fasts and prayes whiles they to pass did bring His black designs ' gainst Gospel Law and King God hates the Traitor and the Treason too Consulted wickedness will it self undo Those Task-masters exacted Brick and Straw Pretend Religion and yet break the Law The Armies Agitators still did mock At three Grand Pees the which they said did lock England in slavery against which they cry Popery Praelacy and Presbytery But three Grand l's have far a worser sting Jannisaries the Great Turk strangling Jesuites by Popish Figs Kings poysoning Independents their own Kings Head off chopping From such Good Lord deliver us wee pray And Charls our Soveraign King both night and day Kings-Arms i' th' Churches made the people pray For Charles whose Father they did lately stay I' th' Courts i' th' Ships Exchange his Picture down His power and state they take and sell the Crown What hurt 's i' th' Armes but that by them remembring Wee pray'd for Blessed Charls his Sons returning Both Root and Branch and Name this Rump out flings And war 's proclaim'd ' gainst Charls the best of Kings The higher that they soar the lower falling Tyrants at last God to account is calling How many for their own base Interest Did serve this Rump for gain others opprest Some suffered still waiting this blessed day For which all loyal hearts did sing and pray Beggars to Lordships came serving this Rump But into Raggs they 'l change their Velvet Jump Set such on horse-back proudly will they ride Till Power and Law and States they all bestride But now they stink it 's just this Rumpish State In twelve sad years stould have a Rumpish fate Those lewd pretences that the Rump did bring The people cry they said go kill your King All 's done by Providence they still did say Are now prov'd lyes God save the King wee pray Wee bless Just Providence that in wisdome Ruling To th' best of blessings chang'd these Changlings doing Let 's ever bless our Gracious God most wise That hath brought home the just light of our eyes God's just in all Traitors by Treason judging The Rumpish Army ' gainst the Rump still grudging Of such base Compounds were this Rumpish Power Which made themselves themselves for to devour Nothing contents that Army proud success Did make them bold they scorn'd for to address They never thought of change dream'd here to dwell Sure made a Covenant with Death and Hell Widdows and Fatherless pray'd that they might sing A Welcome-home to Charls our Lord the King Such were the keepers of our Liberties Knaves still invisible grounds of miseries Sans mercy and ' gainst Law they Tried our King His Queen they banisht and that Princely thing And all the rest by Treason still kept from us ' Gainst Oaths and Covenant and Great Nolls Grand Promise The Army still did change all Government Their souls did still to Judgement them present But Noll hee cheats them all chief Rule intending And still Religion Law in his pretending Traitors turn'd out God's just his Judgements rare Of the next Change my Muse will now declare First Noll that jugling Saint them out did fling A brave Grand Rebel an Hypocrite mocking Souldier enough successful bold and daring A politick Nose ambitious no man fearing Sans Legal Writs hee pricks a Parliament Call'd Bare-bones Juncto these must represent The people who never did them call Or Power give by these Noll seeks for all They vote themselves a Parlament because Under that title they might break the Laws Sects bad enough Compounds of all together Spoil Marriage-Rites some went they knew not whither The Marriage-knot to tye yet these not fitting Nolls secret ends hee takes them off from sitting Noll and his Cubs do cry they 're false pretending That they when hee our property was rending Then lifts up hands and eyes and by lay preaching And falser prayers his Saints and Souldiers cheating But something else did in the bottome lye That Juncto's wisdome could not this descry A single person something like a King Nolls craft and crew and power to pass did bring Protector or Projector rather levelling All to his lusts a while sits proudly revelling The Feather in his Cap the Title King Hee calls and yet the Power still usurping Five years hee rul'd not reign'd himself protecting By Power and Sword all lust men else rejecting In his own craft God still was him defeating Hee would and would not so hee liv'd by cheating Calls three Mock-Parlaments breaks up the thing Of his own mâ—king cause hee would bee King A pack of knaves were some some could not give Up our Grand Laws whiles Charls his Son did live Nolls fit to rule but no just Title having Makes him unjust and made him alwaies craving Of all Religions that made for his supporting Made all opinions stirrup his usurping A Coach-box favour God him once was giving On Michaelmas day to change his wicked living State Secretary in the Coach doth sit Protector in the Coach box where 's his wit Sometimes such frollicks mad into his brain Were whymsied by his spirit or his Train But this one Act was like their Actions all One draws another now Noll gets the fall Yet God had mercy though that Noll had none Noll had some virtues mercy hee lackt alone One of his three Mock-Parlaments was sitting When as their Head at the horse heels was flitting Some part o' th' Army Nol abroad doth send For Gold to Hispaniola keeps to mend The rest worms Lambert out and others trembling Obey yet most do hate his base dissembling His Major Generals Semi-dragons sting The Land Nols Bashaws then deserv'd the string For moneys sake the Jews he in would bring Cause they fore him had murder'd Christ their King He then pleads for the Jews the Scripture Text For their Conversion though with his own he 's vext He doth Divines call up from severall places To colour that design his Chaplains faces Are not so braz'd as his he turns the Jew He gets the Gold and then forsakes that crew Still mony lacks for that his conscience bends His power and sword and valor thereto tends It must be had if that the Gods deny The Acheron hee 'l force and Devils try Makes Churches stables a Sacrilegious thing This was the Reformation Nol did bring Brave man where doth thy spirit sadly rumble How in this world did thy aspirings tumble Things upside down Valour with Counsel swayd Is good
grand Nol makes all the world afraid How many seem to bless when as they curse Nol cares not so that hee have power and purse How did his Parlaments and himself agree How did his several speeches made to three Concur and with his Recognition more Prayes and protests and swears makes up the score Hee prospers every where by Sea and Land Makes Holland's Trump to gravel in the Sand Although at St. Domingo there 's a losse Yet at Jamaica doth the Spaniard crosse Success at home and eke success abroad Makes his Aspirings not to fear the Rod At Sancta Cruze the Spanish Fleet 's attempted Silver 's brought home at Eriff they 're borned What shall wee say count not Success a God It is some times Gods just and heavy Rod Some Levellers before were of Nols breeding Burford Breakfast Nol Doctors them with bleeding Stout Lilbourn John opposed all and stands For Law and pleads ' gainst all these mens commands Hee suffers much still discontented that Hee 's not set up and doth hee cares not what Lilbourn lyes here whom many thought was mad Hee dyed a Quaker buried at Bedlam sad This Mock-King Noll of new found Lords a House Sets up some scarce fore this not worth a Louse The Royal Ministers Noll out did fling From Means and Office both prohibiting From teaching School and eke from Chaplains being So buries them alive these acts God seeing Some Obadiah's in a Cave them feed Preserv'd from Ahab though the Church did bleed Who for the Churches good no seed is sowing The Churches God takes him away with blowing Thus Civil Prelates silence Priests a thing Prodigious strange an Antichristian string With Kings and states abroad by force or cunning Noll makes his peace most men by Craft out runing In most Agreements Noll was still disgracing Our Royal Princes Traitors still are placing Themselves in others Rights hee domineers And Trophies of our slavery up rears Without Divinity Divines up setting That worshipped his Calves and prais'd his getting Abroad a Devil most men so him thinking At home worse then a Machavil hee 's stinking Into a black base Instrument Noll Changes Our Lawes and over Kingdomes three Noll Ranges Upon Intelligence abroad much spends At home hee Rackt us almost to our ends A Saint in show grand Holiness pretending Great outward parts and Gifts but never mending By which hee cosens good men by power and threats Inslaves the rest and both sides sweetly cheates Never did Machavil bring to passe such things By seeming Holiness gainst the best of Kings The Brewer makes the Dray-man Knight a thing Prodigious proud low men made Lords to string Noll to the Crown here 's seen a fiery nos'd King And fat a Queen the Levellers did sing Hangs a great Room as badges of his Ruling That strangers they might see his hold footing What Justice Goodness or what religious thing Could wee expect from him that kill'd his King But God doth Justice and his power shewes How hee in time dissemblers overthrowes Once Sworn Proclaim'd again sworn at 's Installing Base Herods Conscience alwayes fears a falling Plots and makes Treason and thereby others killing Nol and his Officers their Coffers filling A damned Toleration hee admitting Thinks that the way to make him faster fitting After blest Hewets death Nol no way thriving Septembers third the wind away him driving Good people cry'd God's just this dismal thing And stormy wind makes way for Charls our King I cannot passe blest Hewits martyrdome Without some service offerd at his Tomb. O he within Anagram most clear For this our blessed holy Martyr dear Without is sorrow for without is sin He 's above both for O he is within The O is ours but the within is his The losse is ours but his within is blisse While we are out forgive us Lord our sin With Saints and Martyrs that wee may get in Within the Temple of eternal rest Within with Christ Kings Priests and with the best Of Prophets too of Martyrs Saints and those With whom the world 's not worthy for to close Within the highest Court of Righteousnesse Where Christ hath cloath'd him with his faithfulnesse Where he shall never dye again because He pleaded not at Summum Jus his laws It was his honour that he thus should dye His Master-like by Judge and Jury high He mounts the Scaffold claspes the block and smiles At the keen Axe ' cause free from Satans wiles His conscience clear his face most bright did shine Fitted for Angels was this blest Divine A Doctor here for Learning Grace and Love A Martyr there receiv'd in Heaven above Preaching and praying his last acts of Grace Are chang'd to praising 'fore Gods blessed face Since Christ till Charls such justice hath not bin King Priests and Saints thus murtherd ne'r was seen Thanks base O. P. H. C. B. Hangman Axe Although i' th' Church you make a Parallax Our stars of highest magnitude are gone And still you daringly keep out the Son God of his Grace hath chang'd his Scene to joy Above the Court th' Atturney and the annoy Of lawlesse high injustice spectators all Might see his glory when you made him fall Let us repent for why within he is There let him rest safe in eternal blisse His dearest Lady and his children dear Have lost a Husband and Father here His Church their Pastor humble meek and holy Who dyed for Truth and not for Treasons folly But see how God injustice doth repay Nol ne'r had rest from that great Martyrs day He now rejoyces safe within in glory Let after Ages still record his story So let him rest till God reveal of men Counsels hearts both how they die when For that pretended Treason more do dye To make up Nols account of cruelty Cheap-side Tower-Hill and the Exchange do show That Nol he had no mercy here below Drawn Hang'd and Quarter'd is the English Law For Traitors God will these men by Justice draw For why he 's Just to dire account will bring For blood of Nobles Priests and of their King Repentance may prevent the curse of Hell If God have mercy on their souls it 's well My Muse ne'r heard of Olivers repenting Nor any of those Rump suters relenting Kings blood and Princes Nobles and Priests blood crying Might raise those winds that storm'd it at his dying The Protestants abroad Nol still was couzening With Protestants at home Nol still was jugling We fast and pray for poor Waldenses suffering Who cheats those Saints of Englands pious offering Nol and his crew which made us daily sing God send us home just Charls our gracious King Whilst Nol Protector thus did lye a dying Non-lustrious Joan doth mourn keeps a crying How shall I rule this grand unruly thing My Lord is dead they did betray the King Not so good Dame Nol's Sects and Army did That which both Gods and mans Laws did forbid A sad Catastrophe the people scorning From