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
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 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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