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
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
throne to kitchin who payes for all the mourning White-hall had many Masters yet not the right At last God turns black Traytors in sad plight Nol thought all sure but see the Serpents lurking Where fraud and power keeps Tyrants up usurping For good Queen Dick that honest uselesse thing By Nols kin and his crew just is the King Of Kings alive is buryed though Grace is pardoning Mushromes repent and keep your hearts from hardning Lest stormy winds roaring and trees up blowing Do send you where the Styx is ever flowing God gives us just examples to take heed Of treason traytors shall have traytors meed The people weary of Nols grand oppressing To Dick proclaim'd do make their low addressing Some flatter some design some hope th'amending Of burdens great before their fatall ending But Dick's turn'd out and Hal from Ireland comming Both want their Fathers valour and his cunning Dicks honest Parlament good things were doing The title 's naught the Army 's them out-throwing Thus Agitators armed Priests do bring Confusion for of all they were the spring Those Agitators were of Nols devising Backt all his projects still themselves up rising Grand-Satans Jesuits by their Popes false dealing Brew'd all our miseries kept us still from healing Gainst true Religion and settlement still burning Content with none all Governments out-turning These rise ' gainst Dick and all their wayes reproving Gainst God and King and Laws the Army moving Confusion brings confusion God is just The wickeds honour sin layes in the dust The Rump before their time again now rising Though six years buryed stink yet still devising New Treasons troubles by the Army call'd in The Army cast them out before great is their sin They now resolve the Nation once more muzling But yet brave Cheshire threats their cruel nuzling Brown Booth Middletons Welsh-men cry the King Something too late Lambert them all is conquering Though some men faild yet thousands good men pray And gladly wisht St. George an happy day Now new Sequestring some that 'fore did stand For the long Parlament just is Gods blessed hand Brave stout and valiant Massey scapes the Tower Comes in again and scorns this Rumpish power And is preserv'd by God that he might bring Our blessed Charls our Soveraign Lord the King Gods time is best he 's faithful to his trust Though for his sake blest Love is laid i' th' dust Kings Rights are still preserved by our God God sanctify that twelve years heavy Rod. Lambert receives his token from the Rump And 's Captains Orderd thanks now he is Trump But little blood was shed then new Committees Chester's dis-franchiz'd spoyl'd amongst the Cities Both Ministers and others are suspected Imprison'd and Estates are new sequestred But they that call'd them in do turn their faces And now resolve to occupy their places Lambert his time comes to return in play God shortens this for his true Saints did pray The Rumpish rage and fury nine out turn Lambert and 's Captains vow the Rump to burn They armed come to th' House to stop their meeting Like to their souldiers Rumpish souldiers greeting Lental of several Parlaments was the Speaker Of all our Laws and Statutes the great breaker Hee 's once again sent back for to consider Or else to count his money judge you whether The Army set them up and pulls them down And help them to destroy the Royal Crown Lambert and Fleetwood and the Officers praying Both fast and feast and still intend betraying Now all consult and in amaze and cry What Counsel's best resolve to live or dye The Head is gone and eke the politick Nose Six things like Parlaments wee stab'd and rose Against the present power what shall wee have A single person who shall bee the knave Coxcombs of safety let us settle now Heark rouze your spirits the Northern winds do blow Now London fasts and praies in one prostrating Their humbled souls and bold by now declaring For a Free Parlament out-vy the cheating Of Wallingford-house-saints though Vanes repeating This new Committee of slavery down would have Our Colledges and Churches so inslave Us worse the bottome of the headless Rump Worse than the rest onely fit for the stump Against these Saints whoever dare to clash In his hearts blood their hands they swear to wash Proclaim for peace and yet more blood devising All still resolve ' gainst Charls a constant rising The grand blind Cobler guilty of former blood Begins new broyles i' th' City amaz'd wee stood Brave Prentises petition'd ' gainst this might Stand up for King for Laws for Cities Right Some pinion'd are others are sadly slain Cobler kills Cobler this blood sure cryes amain Brave Common Council stand for Cities cause Coblers indited for murdering the Laws Patience abus'd returns to rage and fury God will bee Judge whoever is the Jury How did blest Londons God preserve us then From mutinies confusion even when The knife was at the throat our hands did itch To give blind halting Cobler one true stitch Now more Committees and more Sequestrators And more curst raking who should be our Stators Thus one destroies another as unjust A guilty conscience will not a brother trust God uses Instruments of his own appointing And makes his way for Blessed Charls Anointing Wee Protestants are and Popish Monks wee hate Yet one brave Monk preserves both King and State Forgive him all the rest for this is more Than all the Monks could ever do before Great George the best of Monks sees all their raking Of Church and State resolves to stop their taking God said Amen bids George march on and bring Justice Peace Truth and Mercy with our King The Game was hard the stakes were great the sting Of safety vows Monk on his back to fling This Northern blast out-blows the Fasts and Prayers Of Fleetwood's Lambertonians Kings betrayers They now resolve Lamberts flusht Army sing Before their time Victoria conquering In their proud lust and Arm of flesh boasting All 's their and then into the North they 're posting But hee that sits in Heaven laughs to see Their pride Now stops their twelve years tyranny Fifty brave Troops of Horse and desperate Foot Experienc'd valour and brave General too 't And all our Sects in 's March they bravely cry Triumph unto your Lordship Victory Rakers Quakers Shakers all come in And help to fill the measure of their sin From Monks Priests Fryers Scotch Presbyters they cry Deliverance is sure wee 'l fight or dye This man of no Religion like Noll hath all That do pretend this hastens much his fall Poor Monk hath Horse more fitter for to run Than fight say they wee will the Scots orecome Hang Tything Priests wee 'l pray our selves and preach Thy brandisht sword Lord Lambert that us teach Wee 'l Colledge Lands and Churches take Priests all Instead of Tythes to us for bread shall call Wee 'l make the City bow and take their Treasure Their Wives and