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
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
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