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
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 â—et Straw Wat-Tiler Cromwell prognatus eodem Onâ— incastarunt funeribus Patriam â—â—â—DON 〈…〉 To the Illustrious and Victorious George Duke of Albemarle Earl of Thorington Baron of Teese Beauchampe c. General of his Majesties Forces Master of the Horse Privy Counsellor and Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter c. MAy it please your Grace to vouchsafe your benign and serene Aspect upon these my rude bold Addresses because Almighty God hath made your gracious Excellency a wonderful Instrument in his hand for this most happy and blessed Change which 〈…〉 mercy the settlement of his 〈…〉 restoring of Parliâ—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 â—â—berty and Property of the Subject and the Reformation of the Protestant Religion for which blessing the Almighty God be for ever glorified Your Grace receive your just Honour and Praise and the three Kingdomes bee for ever happy under his most Excellent and most Gracious Majesties Reign and Government So praies in all humble acknowledgment Your Graces most humble and faithful Servant J.M.D. Mae Symplegadis antrum suppositum caudae OR The Rumpant Story BRave Albion white when ruled by a King And Parlament a stately glorious thing Triumphs at home Conquers abroad a sting To Rebels but to Subjects true a spring Of Peace and Justice Mercy Truth Bâ—essing Belov'd enjoy'd obey'd beyond expressing These three Estates in Love and Justice being All in their Order and all in one agreeing Did make us happy then wee gladly sing Grace to our Parlament Glory to our King Sole Monarchy proves Tyranny Sans Law Sole Aristocracy by force doth draw And sole Democracy which the people choose Proves Oligarchy which all good men refuse These three being justly ballanc'd was our glory The best of Governments In every story The King hath his Prerogative and Rights The Lords their Honours Powers and Delights The People Priviledge by Parlament God long had blest us with this Government When these divided then our sins did bring A dismal Judgement on us and our King Black bloody Civil war with every string Of Treasons trouble Viper-like wee sting Our Mothers bowels the foot and breast aspiring To rule the head and power so desiring Then Priviledge Prerogative out drive The Royal Head with Breast and Foot did strive Religion Law and Libertie's pretended By both 'twixt these our blessed Peace is ended England like Jeshuron fat and full was kicking Gods best and blest of Governments despising Unruly murmuring Changes affecting Provoke Gods Justice to our sins correcting Our sins were ripe for Judgement few repenting In Court in City in Country few relenting State Church-men proud Sabbath profannesse suffering And Superstition made God abhor the offering Like Eli's sons the Scots the War begining Our Church is punisht for our Nations sining Some weary of a good and blessed King Would see a change in that Republick thing Plots laid before I' th' House they 'r undermining New seeming Saints cry out for new refining They cry'd the Church had need of great reforming When under-hand ' gainst King Church they 'r storming Hâ—d they been Papists then their Pope declaring Ouâ— King an Heretique might have made them daring But Protestants a purer knick to bring Seditions strange i' th' Church i' th' State toth ' King The War 's begun those sores are tender things Sharp Deep and Dangerous 'twixt Parlaments Kings Brave men on both sides and successe attending Now this then that God did expect our mending Militia and Aray these two contest A seven years Civil war doth us molest In these three Kingdoms some on both sides fighting Bellona bringeth War Thunder and Lightning Blame neither side but lay it on our sins The which all trouble war and ruine brings How many years without dividing wee Were happy in this Civil Trinity This three in one and one in three did make England of all Gods blessings to partake Let 's never more by Factions sad divide This one from three our God bee still their guide Let 's never take our sweet and blessed King From our great Parlament him counselling Let 's never set two Houses up more high Against our King his Crown and Dignity The Cursed'st Act that e'r were done before These Black Divisions brought unto our Door Blood Murder Treason Rapine and the Rest In Kingdoms three and in the Churches brest No tongue can tell fit only for Oblivion Let 's live and love obey hate new Division Muse weep the rest only pray God for healing For by this worst of War and cursed dealing The Foot 's dismemberd and the Head out driving The Breasts go forth the monstrous Rumps us riding Some Things of Forty Eight I shall declare The Yeares before doe pass my Ferry Fare Brave Prentises of London they Petition In Forty Eight the Rump call's this Sedition And they 'r abus'd Imprison'd some i' th' Tower To Terrify the rest by Rumpish power Brave Marmaduke Sir Langdale doth surprize Barwick Sir Philip Musgrave Son's Disguise Doth take Carlile some stirre at Edmond's Bury A brave Petition then doth come from Surrey Brave Kent doth joy the King but then is slain Sir Nicholas Kemish and some Loyal Train The Navy some Revolt and Maidstone fight Pomfret surpriz'd by Morris doth them fright Brave Earl of Norwich is at Bow with 's Forces The Rump had basely voted no Addresses These now were null'd Francis Lord Villers slain Prince Charles upon the Sea doth Sail again Scotch Hamilton's Army at Preston beaten is Treaty i' th' Ile of Wight our hope of bliss But O brave Colchester stands out till all Valor 's orecome by famin's sadning Fall Brave Lucas good Sir Charles is shot to Death And Sir George Lisle doth also lose his breath ' Gainst promis'd Life though Fairfax was abus'd Nol oft this breach of faith had sadly us'd Army Remonstrance comes from Winsor Castle Nol now for power most cunningly doth wrastle Rebellious Army Traiterously advance To London their own Interest to inhance The King's Concessions gave some satisfaction So Voted in that time of sad Distraction Thank Prinne for that the People are deluded Those Honest Members now they are Secluded Imprison'd against Law Religion Reason And then the Rump doth Vote the Highest Treason From Wight to Hurst to Windzor the King is brought How much deceiv'd by Nol when sold for nought Now by their Army doth the Rumpish stream Vote in themselves all Power to be Supream Though Few i' th' House the major part did vote An ordinance to cut King Charles his Throat No writs must longer run in the King's name The Term's adjourn'd they care not now for shame The Scotch Commissioners declare dissent The Agreement of the People some present That tearm they give although throughout the land Thousands for one did
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
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