Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A Word B Word C Word D Occurrence Frequency Band MI MI Band Prominent
lord_n duke_n king_n time_n 10,588 5 3.5626 3 false
View all documents for the selected quad

Text snippets containing the quad

ID Title Author Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) STC Words Pages
A91837 The right picture of King Oliure, from top to toe. That all the world may a false rebell know. Whereunto is added, his genealogy, and the memorialls of all his worthy acts from the beginning of his reigne, to his present routing in Ireland. / By Philo Regis, written in rime doggerill for the benefit of all his subjects at Westminster. Philo Regis. 1650 (1650) Wing R1508; Thomason E587_9; ESTC R206280 4,322 8

There is 1 snippet containing the selected quad. | View lemmatised text

The Right PICTURE OF KING OLIURE from top to toe That all the World may a false Rebell know Whereunto is added His Genealogy and the Memorialls of all his Worthy Acts from the beginning of his reigne to his present routing in IRELAND By PHILO REGIS Written in Rime Doggerill for the benefit of all His SVBJECTS at WESTMINSTER Behold your KING Jan. 2d Printed at the Signe of the Traytors Head within Bishops-Gate and are to be sold to all them that worke for Sir THOMAS 1649. The Picture of King NOLL from top to toe THE ARGUMENT OF Nolls Nose my Muse now sings his power force and might Subduing Kingdomes murthering Kings and winning all by fight HIS PICTURE NOlls Nose is toasted his Jowle is roasted his Hornes doe feare no knocks His Eares hang downe from his bald Crowne made bare with the French P Of all the Brewers my Muse assures Noll beares the comly grace His Lips doe blopper he beares his Copper in his Brazzen Face Nolls sawcer Eyes staires in the Skyes his Teeth like Hedge stakes stand He strikes his Breast and tells the rest that God troops in Ireland Nols Chaps doth wag his Tongue doth brag his Braines do deceive all And if his Neck the Hempe doth check he then may scape a fall Nols Mouth devoures Kings Crownes and Powers his Gullet stretches wide His Stomack good as Kentish VVood old Mallet or young Pride Nols Shoulders full like a Town-Bull can beare the State a pick-pack His Lips can meet and the Sisters greet when he is at Tub-tick-tack Nols Armes hangs by assuredly from 's Shoulders on each side His wrists doe joyne makes me devine he shall be hang'd with Pride Nols theevish Hands as the Case stands doe pilfer all our goods His Nailes doe claw at Truth and Law he thirsteth for our Bloods Nols Breast may well be term'd a Hell his Heart so full of Treason His Ribs doth crack his Conscience wrack his Maw will brooke no Reason Nols Sides and Back do Sear-cloath lack since Peters was his Pander He tooke such paines he ●un i' th Reines yet since made Hugh Commander Nols Guts doth ake like Bull at Stake since Lilburnes Dogges did rouze him He did defile himselfe the while brave Towzer he did towze him But out behinde flew such a Winde from his Back-doore with powder That Bradshaw Jack quak'd at the crack and said he nere heard lowder Oh! but Nols Hanch the Divells Panch that devoures all our Treasure His P●zzle too no more can doe the ●isters any pleasure The Surgeon sure made him indure for 's Treason in a Tub Which made his Wife at mortall strife Cornelious did him rub Nols Hanger-byes caus'd then the cryes of many a lecherous Sister His Wife did get one that would fit Morly devoutly kist her Nols Knees and Thighes none could divise how they should hang together His Calves were shrunk so by that punck his Skinne look'd like tand Leather Nolls runagate Feet stradled i th' Street full halfe a yeard or more His Legs were shrunke his flesh so stunke that he nere since could whore Thus have you him from top to toe drawne naked to your view The dismall Author of our woe since hanging is his due The Genealogie of Noll Cromwell and his direct Line since the Creation descending from his first Parents ZIMRI and CORBY A Than begat Zimri Zimri begat Corah Corah begat Dathan Dathan begat Abiram Abiram begat Shimei Sihmei begat Achitophel of Jezebell Achitophel begat Absolom Absolom begat Athaliah of Athaliah was borne Iudas that betrayed Christ Iudas begat Pilate Pilate begat Arius Arius begat Iulian Iulian begat Nero Nero begat Catalin Cataline begat Luther Luther begat Rivilax Rivilax begat Ignatius Loyolla the father of the Jesuits Ignatius begat Faux Faux begat Fairfax and Cromwell who betrayed and murthered their King For his Nativity he was borne about Huntington educated in the Schoole of Rebelion afterwards was stocked by his Vncle whom he since plundered with 500 li. to set him up which by his debost life he soone run out for his Trade hee brewed small Beere in the Isle of Ely which after he had gotten seven Wenches with Child and was named the Town Bull of Ely he broake couzened his Creditors lived by his shifts which were more then were good since which time by reason of his Sonnes poysoning his Master an Vsurer in Fetter Lane he got an estate by his wits and at last chosen a Burges in this Black Parliament for Cambridge-shire and now is become the Junctos Factotum Lord of Lords King of Kings the onely Ruler of Princes made Lord Governour of Ireland Duke of Distraction Marquis of Mar-trade Lord Controuler of Consciences chiefe Peere of Persecution and grand Resident among the Tyrants at Westminster nine times a perjured Rebell that stricke his brest out face God and dissemble with Men in mischiefe out of Machiavell in treachery his forefathers Iudas he was an Hypocrite borne lived all his life hitherto a Knave his good qualities innumerable his best conditions save those of rebelion and murder as inconstant as the Wind he can die his intentions into more colours then the Camelion his mercy is cruelty his lust his God his Religion Rebellion his faith is Falsery innocent blood his best sacrifice Will to cleare his fraud call God and men to witnesse his murther and perjury professing to be what he is not will like a right Hypocrite justifie his protended innocence to your face yet hug himselfe in his deepe plots to ruine you as hee hath done the rest of the Kingdome abolished the true Religion made null the Law of England killed his King disinherited his Royall Issue jugguled and packed together a set of the most notorious knowne Knaves and Tyrants as ever were to rule and wrack the Common people Now they have put out legall Taxes and Assezments for Sir Thomas and his Kennell of Blood-Hounds who with our Monies feast before our faces with Sturgeon Cavarre Pheasants Partridges Turkies c. swagger with whom they please and rebel in all voluptuousnesse and epicurisme riotousnesse and excesse Whilst the poore Tradsmen are undone and lies idle for want of imployment his Family hunger-starven the Committee-men and Sequestrators laughs the Widow and Fatherlesse cryes pynes and makes moan the Land languishes War a fresh prepares Desolation ensues Misery comes after and Plagues closes up the sad scerne of dying England Truth Faith Religion Law Justice and all Honesty being banished and nothing suffered amongst us but Blood Rapine Murther Plunder Equivocation Lyes Perjury Treachery Tyrany and all for Sir Thomas though we have not a piece of Bread to Put into our Head nor the heads of our Wives or Children yet wee must pay what our Egiptian Task-masters lay upon us or have our goods seized on and forcibly carried out or our Houses and sold before our faces by their cruell Officers Our Wives Children and Servants abused nay threatned upon the least Resistance to