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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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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
heads and sing A Palinode recanting every thing Some their oppressed stomacks up would bring Cause now 's the time God's judging for the King Whose blood they shed Lands bought broke the hedg Of Government God give them mercy on the Sledge His friends triumph his foes their hands do wring The Papists mourn the Sects are sad trembling Rebels Regicides now may have their swing True Subjects cry we hate proud Levelling The people they their Parlaments are chusing Most Rumpish men the people still refusing The bent and strength voyce o th' Nation sing Chuse such a Parlament that may bring our King God orders Providence for the self-same thing Monke with the Parlament our Charls doth bring Foul poysonous Serpents and that Rumpish sting That pickt our purse and suckt our blood forcing Subjection by that proud and bloody thing Are all afraid o th' Parlaments sitting Why should Free Parlament such terrour bring But Conscience guilt into their souls did fling State-cheaters base and all base Treasurers cry We must cast up account before we dye We Houses bought and built and purchast Land Then for a cipher now they 'l a figure stand God's just at last though some years suffering sin The wickeds reck'ning day it will come in The Rump's thrice roasted if we can repent Our sad and black account we may prevent Gods time is best to which we all subscribe All faithfull Subjects and true Levies Tribe We often pray'd and sigh'd and groan'd to see Our God take off Egyptian misery When shall our Moses come and Aarons too To judge these Traitors and our snares undo Was ever people thus opprest blest God Wee murmure not at thy Divine blest Rod But pray'd for justice and for King and Laws That might throw down this stinking sinking cause Grudge not at Pharaohs or th' Egyptians Plush God did preserve us in the burning bush As all the plagues in that Grand Rump did share So all our blessings in this settling are Bless God that did our Princes all preserve From dangers great at home abroad to serve Him in their Generations holy just To rule by Law and not by will and must Gods blessed Providence ruling here and there Protects the just and innocent every where Say no man did it but the King of Kings To fit them for most glorious blessed things The Rump is burnt the Tragedy is ending God bless King Charls for stil his Faith 's defending So let his enemies perish all wee sing God hath brought home our Soveraign Lord the King Religion's come with Laws and Liberty Peace plenty Justice and Prosperity King Charls his glory now doth fully shine In this our Charls and in the blessed Trine Our Rampant Lion's come whom but to name 'S joy to his friends and to his foes their shame And with him those two Royal Gracious Springs Of Mercy Truth and Peace and all blessings My Muse is weary of this Rumpish story Only refresht to sing King Charls his glory If any take offence it is because They 're guilty of the wrong to King and Laws To sing King Charls his welcome Heaven inspire My chearful Muse and kindle all her fire Amen and Amen AN HUMBLE ELOGIVM and Joyfull Acclamation FOR The Welcome home of our Soveraign Lord the KING CHARLS By the Grace of God King of England Scotland France Ireland Defender of the Antient Catholick Apostolick Protestant Faith which was professed by the Antient Primitive Church Sealed with the blood of many Kings and Princes Nobles and Bishops and other Faithful Saints Crowned with the glory of Martyrdome And who is in all Causes and over all Persons as well Ecclesiastical as Civil next and immediatly under Christ supreme Governour in these his Majesties Realms and Dominions Nunquam libertas Gratior extat Quam sub Rege pio Regis ad exemplum 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 PYerian Sisters sacred three times three Olympick Joves most Royal Progeny You that frequent the Heliconian Spring And on Parnassus Hill do sit and sing Send down a quil from Angel Gabriels wing To write the welcome home of Charls our King Assist me now with your Seraphick skill Englands most joyfull Triumph to fulfill How all things did concur from Heavens high To wait upon great Charls his Majesty I' th' Heavens above the glorious Angels sing I' th' air the birds with joy exalt the wing The winds blew fair the seas were calm each thing Joy'd here below ith'earths most peacefull spring Blest May King Charls his month hence flourishing Then born then own'd and then proclaimed King Thus Heavens air seas and earth ships loyalling All strive to kisse the hand now royalling All in their order and in their nature bring A joyfull welcome home to Charls our King The Lords and Commons sit our gracious King Prevents them all his mercy offering A gracious pardon like God himself forgiving The greatest sinners that were ever living If they repent return his Goodness leading The Parlament to think on waies of healing Most blessed letters and blest Proclamation That ever came unto a troubled nation Mercy it from the God of mercy springs It makes men like unto the King of Kings That wondrous star that at his birth did shine One thousand six hundred thirty Mays twenty nine Gods Sabbaths eve did then unite in bloud All Europes princely families great and good In this blest Prince great British Majesty And also the great Saxon royalty Both Danes and Normans race that German Prince Elector Palatine increast his glory hence Swede Pole and most of Christian Princes doe Acknowledge their Alliance him unto This on the Fathers side is wondrous glory For this Great Charls who now 's the whole worlds story The Spanish Austrian on the Mothers side Burbones of France they herein sweetly glide The Medices of Florence they come in And now the Prime of Aurange more than bin These with our Roses Lillies do entwine Which make King Charls his welcome more Divine Englands great splendor that frees us from oppressing Christs Faith's defender and so Gods gracious blessing One thousand six hundred and thirtieth year Mayes twenty nine the stars type doth appear Last Tuesday in each month hee fasts retiring Consults with God and all his waies admiring First Tuesday in this May hee 's own'd as King By th' Parlament a blessed happy thing Next Tuesday in this May proclaim'd our King Both Parlament and City flourishing Last Tuesday nine and twentieth of this May Our glorious King appears his own Birth-day For one black Tuesday three are very clear All welcoming King Charls his coming here The Winds thought it their Honour for to come And blow King Charls and his Royal Brothers home From Hollands Hague the Seas rejoyc'd much more To bring our King and Princes to our shore Brave Mountagues great Ships are now turn'd Royal For why King Charls hath made them truly loyal He 's come he 's come the doubling ecchoes cry Dovers white