Symplegades Antrum, OR THE Rumpant Story; Impartially relating their Tyrannical deal, and Clymacterical Downfall.  
TOGETHER With a Congratulation of his most Sacred Majesty in his most Happy REIGN.  
By John Mullinax Dr. in Physic.  
●et, Straw, Wat-Tiler, Cromwell prognatus eodem  
On●, incastarunt funeribus Patriam.  
●●●DON, 〈…〉   

To the Illustrious and Victorious George Duke of Albemarle, Earl of Thorington, Baron of Teese, Beauchampe, etc. General of his Majesty's Forces, Master of the Horse, Privy Counsellor, and Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter, etc.  
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 Parliament 〈…〉 ●●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 Kingdoms be for ever happy, under his most Excellent and most Gracious Majesty's Reign and Government.  
So prays in all humble acknowledgement Your Grace's 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 Parliament, 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 & Blessing;  
Beloved, enjoyed, obeyed, beyond expressing.  
These three Estates in Love and Justice, being  
All in their Order, and all in one agreeing,  
Did make us happy, than we gladly sing,  
Grace to our Parliament, 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 balanced 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 Privilege by Parliament,  
God long had blest us with this Government.   

When these divided, than our sins did bring  
A dismal Judgement on us and our King,  
Black, bloody Civil war, with every string  
Of Treason's trouble; Viperlike we sting  
Our Mother's bowels, the foot, and breast, aspiring  
To rule the head, and power so desiring.  
Then Privilege 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,  
God's best and blest of Governments despising:  
Unruly murmuring, Changes affecting,  
Provoke God's Justice to our sins correcting.  
Our sins were ripe for Judgement, few repenting,  
In Court, in City, in Country, few relenting.  
State, Churchmen proud, Sabbath profaneness suffering,  
And Superstition made God abhor the offering,  
Like Eli's sons; the Scots the War beginning,  
Our Church is punished for our Nations sinning.   

Some weary of a good and blessed King,  
Would see a change in that Republic thing.  
Plots laid before, I'th' House they're undermining,  
New seeming Saints cry out for new refining.  
They cried the Church had need of great reforming,  
When underhand 'gainst King & Church they're storming.  
H●d they been Papists, than their Pope declaring  
Ou● King an Heretic, might have made them daring.  
But Protestants, a purer knick to bring  
Seditions strange, i'th' Church, i'th' State, tothth' King.   

The War's begun, those sores are tender things,  
Sharp, Deep and Dangerous, 'twixt Parliaments & Kings.  
Brave men on both sides, and success attending,  
Now this, then that, God did expect our mending.  
Militia and Array, these two contest,  
A seven years Civil war doth us molest.  
In these three Kingdoms some on both sides fight,  
Bellona bringeth War, Thunder and Lightning.  
Blame neither side, but lay it on our sins,  
The which all trouble, war, and ruin brings.   

How many years without dividing we  
Were happy in this Civil Trinity?  
This three in one, and one in three, did make  
England of all God's blessings to partake.  
Let's never more by Factions sad divide  
This one from three, our God be still their guide.  
Let's never take our sweet and blessed King  
From our great Parliament him counselling.  
Let's never set two Houses up more high  
Against our King, his Crown and Dignity.   

The Cursedest Act that e'er were done before,  
These Black Divisions brought unto our Door.  
Blood, Murder, Treason, Rapine, and the Rest,  
In Kingdoms three, and in the Church's breast:  
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 Years before do pass my Ferry Far.  
Brave Prentices of London they Petition  
In Forty Eight, the Rump calls this Sedition.  
And they're abused, Imprisoned, some i'th' Tower,  
To Terrify the rest, by Rumpish power.  
Brave Marmaduke Sir Langdale doth surprise  
Barwick, Sir Philip Musgrave Son's Disguise  
Doth take Carlisle, some stir at Edmond 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 surprised by Morris, doth them fright.  
Brave Earl of Norwich is at Bow with's Forces,  
The Rump had basely voted not Addresses.  
These now were nulled, Francis Lord Villers slain,  
Prince Charles upon the Sea, doth Sail again.   

Scotch Hamilton's Army at Preston beaten is,  
Treaty i'th' Isle of Wight, our hope of bliss.   

But O brave Colchester stands out till all  
valour's o'ercome, by famin's sadning Fall.  
Brave Lucas good Sir Charles is shot to Death,  
And Sir George Lisle doth also lose his breath  
'Gainst promised Life, though Fairfax was abused,  
Nol oft this breach of faith had sadly used.  
Army Remonstrance comes from Windsor Castle,  
Nol now for power most cunningly doth wrestle.  
Rebellious Army Traitorously advance  
To London, their own Interest to enhance.   

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,  
Imprisoned 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 deceived by Nol, when sold for nought.  
Now by their Army doth the Rumpish stream  
Vote in themselves all Power to be Supreme.   

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 adjourned, they care not now for shame.  
The Scotch Commissioners declare descent,  
The Agreement of the People some present.  
That term they give, although throughout the land  
Thousands for one did scorn to set their hand.  
The Rump thinks All their own, are basely proud,  
Yet sure King's blood tothth' Heaven's cries aloud.   

Seven Things like Heads, and Horns, this Rumpish thing,  
No Head, All Tail, unto three Kingdoms bring.  
Their own House first, like Serpents Vipering,  
The Rumpish part the Major part out fling,  
The I'll 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 designs, than 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 Bloody men, them to support.  
Base Rhadamantus, Bradshaw's Priests are praying,  
With Jezabel Fast, whiles they their King betraying.  
The Scotch Commissioners from their Parliament,  
Now Charge the Rump, with breach of Covenant.  
Ambassadors come from Holland, full of Grief,  
The States desire to save King Charles his life.   

But they that now are heightened in Rebellion,  
Change Laws, and Oaths, and so must change Religion.  
The Lamb's brought forth, the Charge is drawn, producing  
False Witnesses, the Sects are all Rejoicing.  
The King's at Bar, Traitors o'th' Bench, him Greeting  
In his own Courts, Injustice makes the meeting.  
The Law's arraigned, a Juncto base is sitting,  
The Jesuits Designs, them always fitting.  
Before they hear him, his death subscribe, and seal,  
Persians, Jews, Turks, come show a parallel.   

The power of that Court the King denying,  
He must not speak, they Sentence pass for dying.  
Our Pilate washed in's own King's blood, Murdering  
Blest Charles, who like his Saviour suffering.  
Like to the Lamb of God, this Lamb is pardoning  
His Foes, so dies the Rump, their hearts are hard'ning.  
Thy Palace was thy Calvary, blessed King,  
There thou our Martyr, Thy Royal Head a Spring  
Of Wisdom's Goodness, for pure Conscience dying,  
Until Revenged, King's blood's a sin still crying.   

Black Forty eights Ter deno Jani sadning  
All Christians hearts, the Rumpish Sects are bathing  
Themselves in our dear Prince's blood, flattering  
Their false proud Hopes, never to see a scattering.  
The Scaffold Charles his Olivet ascending,  
Where Saints and Angels Glory sing, Transcending.  
They Traitorously thus murder Charles our King,  
At his own House, the House of Banqueting.  
At one sad blow, three Kingdoms Murdering,  
All that was sacred, Laws and Faith disordering.   

They never thought of Justice, for to bring  
Themselves to Judgement, & 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 Blessed 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 Thiefs, 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, where's Justice now? Thine own Anointed,  
Our Hopes, our Hearts, our Head, our Law's disjointed.  
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 bloody 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 do also fill the Cup.  
Catiline's and Scylla's, and base Marius' plots,  
Are nothing to these Demogorgon's knots.  
Such Saints of base and mean extraction do  
That's fit for Villains, and for Devils too.  
England Repent and Mourn, A woeful Thing  
'S committed in thee, Murdering Charles 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 Kingdoms Royal Offering.  
We prayed 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 hardened spurning  
At thy Grand patience, Thy Act of Mercy Great,  
And Full Oblivion, we humbly Lord Entreat.  
Thousands were Innocent of this Grand dissembling,  
Whose Souls in humbling sorrow have been trembleing.   

These Men the worst of Murderer's Fame doth Sing,  
The Best of Kings, Blessed 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 Souls yet save,  
For none but Devil's Damnation of them Crave.  
In Man's Grand Justice give them mercy Great,  
And for that Cursed Fact, Repentance meet.  
We do believe, that thou art God forgiving,  
If we Repent, and change our wicked living.   

The Rump than 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,  
Customs, 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.  
Sequestered and Imprisoned 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, Hang, and the rest  
Of the King's Goods are sold, not to the best.  
Both they themselves, and eke their Army buy  
And City friends, King Charles his Treasury.   

They kiss, 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 Commonwealth 'gainst Law, and 'gainst their King.  
High Courts of cruel, foul injustice making,  
Who by proud Tyrant's power, share partaking.  
Both Witness, Judge, and Jury too, did buy  
Themselves th' Estates of those they doomed to die.   

Flushed with King's blood, than Lords & Priests they slay,  
All but themselves, they always did betray.  
How many suffer Death, none Death deserving,  
The Rumpish stinking power for preserving?  
Duke Hamilton, Earl Holland next condemning,  
And brave Lord Capel dies, His King Commending.  
The Earl of Norwich getteth a Reprieve,  
And Sir John Owen's voted for to Live.  
And Dorislaus is in Holland slain,  
Vengeance gins, for blood their cause did slain.   

The Royal Issue, stately and Princely things,  
Are still preserved by God the King of Kings,  
Gracious and blessed Elizabeth, God up taking,  
With Charles his soul, the heavenly Choir up making.  
Great York he escapes, God carries him away;  
Brave Gloucester young, God finds for him a day  
To get from their base terms, before this time  
Prince Charles was safe abroad, God hath the prime  
Care, Rule, and Government of Princes Royal,  
Which kept our hearts still up, and kept us loyal.   

Of what extract or Gentry were these men?  
That such stupendious acts performed then.  
Of what Religion were these bloody minded?  
Although Religion is in all things pretended,  
The worst of Treason's acted by new Saints,  
For true ones hated all those juggling paints.  
Such medley, made ingredients were, i'th' Rump,  
As if from Phlegeton Designs they pump.  
Now that my Muse some service due hath done  
To blessed Charles, their acts she will o'er run.   

Twelve years these Traitors keep out Charles their King,  
A Commonwealth they out of Kingdoms bring,  
And Churches out of Churches gathering,  
Their sins on Providence still fathering.  
Perjured Hypocrisy pretends the things  
Agree, to fear God and to kill their Kings.  
Their wild Religious zeal, all bordering  
On Schism, Faction, Falsehood, all disordering.  
All but themselves from heaven banishing,  
And now themselves below are vanishing.   

Kingdom's confounders, who by Tub-prating,  
And Jerobohams' Calves were always stating  
Their own base interest, by Taxes rating  
The saddened people, and all their states partaking.  
Lay-Prelats and Lay-Priests, a worse thing  
Than those of Rome, the Gospel now did sting.  
Religion's mangled, and the Sects are mingling  
Their false opinions, and with some truths are jingling,  
The lowest of the people Priests becoming,  
Tinkers and Tailors, the Pulpits Cobblers thumbing.   

Weavers and Bakers, Brewers and Draymens' fling,  
Base upstart Lords, base newfound Gentry spring.  
Base Counsellors, Projectors, and Committees,  
Like Pharaohs Frogs i'th' Church, i'th' Towns, in Cities.  
Base Sequestrators, and base deciming,  
Old Thieving, newly called Plundering.  
Base Rumpant Dragons, that were still a tearing  
Our states and souls, and all our Laws outwearing.  
Not one good Law they made, but all made running  
Their own base bias, by their power and cunning.   

Base turn coat Priests, base Lawyers Laws abusing  
For their most unjust Fees, base powers choosing;  
Pleading, defending, all's done by Law, all's just,  
When as they knew all done by will and lust.  
King's bloodsuckers, to raise themselves and bring  
All theirs on high, the wheel is now turning.  
Profane Church-robbers, base buyers, and base sellers,  
All unjust getters, and mony-changing tellers.  
Such creatures did make up this Rumpish power;  
Instead of whips, with scorpions they devour.   

One piece of Justice of the Rumps Committee,  
The which was brought to pass in a grand City.  
A Trunk of Plate and Money there was found,  
The which was worth about two thousand pound.  
This was good provender, by th' Arms the Plate  
Was known, a precious booty for the State.  
The Knight was dead some years before the War  
Began, this Trunk gave to his Daughter fair,  
His only child, there put for to be kept  
From those to whom all's fish that comes to net.   

The Committee often meet, the case is pleaded,  
Some honest men among them interceded,  
The child was not at age, the Lady good  
That hide it no Malignant, her husband stood  
For Parliament, how then can this be plunder?  
Yet if some men do lose the Gold, it's wonder.  
Two chief ones plead (the gold was sure their aim)  
No matter whose it is, to us it came  
By Providence, now we will surely pay  
Our Soldiers, and will then make others pray.   

we'll finger some, spend some in Feasts, and then  
The rest we'll pay the State, and they our men.  
What colour must we use? it's not pretence  
But Justice we will show 'fore it go hence.  
Though that the Knight was dead some years before  
The war began, that will not quit this score.  
For had the Courtier Knight lived till now,  
He would have been Malignant we avow.  
Shall we lose so much gold, and so much plate?  
This feeling Providence will please the State.   

This Knight was oft at Court, a Servant just  
Tothth' King, and would be faithful to that trust:  
Was of great power in this same Country, let us  
Sequester Gold and Plate, God will forget us.  
The fewer honest men out. Voted are,  
The State gets some, two fat ones get their share,  
He that discovered it gets none: it's just,  
These cheat the Ladies, keep the gold from rust.  
Some friends did buy the condemned plate again,  
Sure such Committees ne'er rid Charles his Wain.   

In every City and in every Town,  
Such self-Committee men were oft sent down:  
Unto account the Rump durst not them call,  
Cause guilty of the same, and fear a fall;  
For Thiefs by the accusing one another,  
Do break their own necks, and do lose their power.  
The Reason, Justice, and the state o'th' Cause,  
The Money, Gold, and Plate, how strong it draws?  
Full many such Examples we can tell,  
But none like this, of all, it bears the Bell.   

One cries Ka me to day, and I'll to morrow  
Ka thee, come hang up carking care and sorrow.  
Let Conscience never wake; some Office on  
This Knave, that Fool a gift confer upon.  
This place for one, that money, and this Manor,  
The land they gave, but could not give the Honor.  
Be sure prefer our Chaplain Priests they cry,  
They preach our Cause, defend our Piety.  
No statute now Mortmain, the Rump's the giver,  
What is the stomach, when so bad's the Liver?   

In many Garrisons men of no Religion,  
Prating and speaking, approved by every Widgeon.  
What women then were those that made the men  
To make the House of God, of Thiefs a Den?  
And Scripture for this wickedness to bring,  
Which Satan certainly did now bring in.  
No man could find the true Religion pure  
Scarce in the land, new Saints made it obscure.  
So was their Charity and Justice too,  
By false opinions Religion to undo.   

Their Scotch grand Covenant they justly brook,  
Some Ignorant, some Innocent, it took,  
Good God forgive them all that cannot keep  
Those snaring bonds, but do repent and weep.  
Allegiance, Supremacy, nor Protestation,  
No Oaths, nor Covenants for Reformation  
Did bind this lawless Rump, so sweet is power,  
Though false, usurped, yet falls in Gods just hour.  
Just Oaths are sacred unto sacred men,  
But nought binds Changelings who are now and then.   

That Covenant's put out by th' new Engagement,  
As Purgatory puts out Hell's inragement.  
As one Grand story of a Safe Committee  
My Muse hath told, so of th' Engagements pity.  
Two godly Ministers that durst not engage  
With divers others, did the Rump enrage.  
God brings the Plague, th'engaging Minister's go,  
The other two are left i'th' Town alone.  
God brings the Plague, these two good Ministers than  
The Censers take, and Incense burn, like men   

Of God, both fast, and preach, and pray to God,  
To sanctify his just and heavy rod.  
Lackworth for non-Ingaging turns them out,  
And all their Families for to rove about.  
Most of the Country dare not take them in,  
Thanks therefore unto those that help did bring.  
The Town's without a Priest, the plague's oppressing,  
This worse than Prelacy the Priests suppressing.  
Oh tell it not in Romish Gath, 'tis well  
That by no Protestants but Sects this fell.   

How many Towns and Cities sadly lose  
Their faithful Angels, 'cause they this refuse?  
Most holy men, that Pill they durst not take,  
But must their people, and their friends forsake.  
All godly ones, that vain Enchantment hate,  
Oaths against Oaths, but now what cares the State?  
Yet for their Live, many after in  
Did come and take it, sure it was their sin.  
Though some were cozened, and others did for fear,  
Yet peace of Conscience sure is very dear.   

In all three Kingdoms some they did repent,  
And for their own King's blood they did relent.  
Study revenge, and venture all again  
In England, Scotland, Ireland, and the Main.  
King Charles proclaimed in Scotland, there first owned,  
And then in Ireland, most longed to see him Crowned.  
Ormond and Inchequin do both appear,  
But yet success doth not attend them there.  
The fault not theirs, the time it was not come,  
To reckon for King Charles his Martyrdom.   

Cromwell is sent to use his juggling there,  
By Money, or Deceit, so every where  
He conquers all, and then again returns  
By blood, revenge, for power his spirit burns;  
Pleads Providence and Mercy, God's in all,  
Rides on successful to his deadly fall.  
The powder blast in Tower-street did tell,  
The Act of new Engagement came from hell.  
Gallant Montrosse he sadly is defeated,  
And of his life, not Honour, sadly cheated.   

Against all Oaths, and Covenants, Nol enters  
Then Kingly Scotland, where his blood he venter's.  
God's Justice by this Rod them punishing  
For brave Montrosse, and yielding up their King.  
God's ways are just, though secret; he's more filthy  
Yet he must punish them that are less guilty.  
His hand's in all the Treasons and the blood,  
And yet pretends his heart is holy, good.  
Thus by God's hand, the wicked they are made  
To punish wickedness, that cursed trade.   

As Tamburlaine did Bajazet, so he  
For blood by blood pays home their treachery,  
For after quarter, at Dunbar he slays  
Thousands, and then lifts up his hands and preys.  
When Papists conquer Papists, than they sing  
Te Deum; bad cause when prospered is a thing  
Too high for men to dive into; admire  
Those things in which its dangerous to aspire.  
An enemy in straits turns desperate mad  
To die or conquer, ventures all he had.   

The Scots leave Edenbourgh, Noll buys the Castle,  
Money's a bait, more cursed was that Rascle;  
Some men are good at buying and at selling,  
No conscience speaks when they are money telling,  
With courage and with valour some are brave  
For war, as any Royal Prince can have;  
Some for Religion also zealous are,  
Cromwell outvyes them all, that's very rare;  
The other Garrisons do mercy cry  
To Cromwell, though they curse his victory.   

King Charles most solemnly was crowned at Schoon  
In Scotland, enters England August Moon,  
Comes in with his, like Lambs, doing no harm,  
Not for provision; then the Rump doth storm;  
Nolls Gold's in Leaselyes' heart. To Woster comes  
King Charles, and's Scots, and there beats up his Drums,  
Some Welshmen fear their fortunes for to try,  
Base Mackworth doth deny him Shrewsbury.  
Now Love and Gibbons die, the Heaven's thundering  
The Rump is harder than Rocks, men are wondering.   

Oh that thy love had tempered more thy zeal,  
Blessed Christopher, thy parts they did reveal  
Great gifts of Grace, thy Ministry was sound,  
Sweet, powerful, plain, and yet in all profound.  
Thou art betrayed by those that Fast with thee,  
And humbly seek the Lord pretendingly.  
And by some of thine own coat art betrayed,  
And yet of their injustice not afraid.  
The Court, th'attorney, Death doth not thee fright,  
Thy Faith and Covenant to deny, that's right.   

Gibbons is trapped to be thy grand Compeer,  
To die with thee, to go to Heaven dear.  
Love's dearest friends, some small reprieves did get,  
This his temptation, his wife and children yet  
Often Petition, the Babe unborn did cry  
Pity my Father, do not let him die.  
Thy Ministry and life was very dear,  
Thou diest i'th' Rumps terrorem, not in fear.  
Thanks learned Hales that did o'erthrow the Charge,  
Though that thy time to study it was not large.   

Thou stood condemned by those cruel men,  
Though not by God, nor thy own conscience, than  
Th' High Court thou didst not fear, nor the long Sword.  
Scaffold nor Axe, supported by God's Word,  
Only for writing to brave Massey, gone  
To Scotland, for to fetch King Charles to's home.  
Some Priests were bold and stout, yet some did turn.  
Some Preached worse than Love, yet would not burn.  
God did provide for Love's posterity,  
Though some are slackened with timidity.   

Noll comes from Scotland with his Red-coats Tyrod;  
Whom Satan drives, let him not be admired;  
The King is kept in play, doth not advance,  
By Scotish cheats, but not by ignorance;  
The Rump now scorn the King's Just Rights to yield;  
At fatal Woster Noll he wins the Field,  
And yet Great Charles our King he hath the Honour  
That's braver than success, God was his Banner;  
The Kings preserved by Gods most sacred hand,  
The King of Kings conveys him out o'th' Land.   

So great a Miracle sure was never seen,  
Since Christ; the Rump they had such envious spleen,  
Malice, and power, successes, and what not,  
Blessed God thou savedst the King, though not the Scot;  
My Muse is here amazed, what had he done,  
Young Crowned Charles, such hazards for to run?  
But that our God makes him a Saint most fit  
To rule for God, when on our Throne he's set.  
How strict was their cursed search? the Mercy more,  
In thy escape, Great King thy God adore.   

Noll up to London comes, the sects him praise,  
Such blood can never True Just Honour raise.  
Septembers' third doth twice give Noll the day,  
And yet Septembers third takes Noll away,  
To reckon for King's blood, Rebellion, Treason,  
Though Needam's Interest lie, it's God's best season,  
As yet Noll serves the Rump, but also sees  
His time to pay them justly all their Fees.  
God's just, when he in justice home doth pay  
Traitors with Treason, Rebels Rebels slay.   

Such men to prosper both by Sea and Land,  
In all three Kingdoms severe was Gods just hand,  
They do behead brave Earl of Derby true,  
Who died a Christian, though some lived the Jew,  
Sir Tim. Fetherston Haugh at Chester eke  
Beheaded is, and Bembo stout and meek  
At Shrewsbury; more of the Royal Train  
At Woster, and besides murdered and slain,  
Brought up like Hogs in droves, starved, beaten, then  
Beyond Sea sent, like slaves, and not like men.   

The Hollander's twice beaten by the Rump,  
And eke the French, now both no more are Trump.  
Dunkirk is also by the Spaniard taken,  
By the help of th' Rump, though after that forsaken,  
Blake worsted by the Dutch, yet after worsted,  
Some think that they should not of all be trusted;  
For in the Levant Seas our English Fleet  
Destroyed by the Dutch, for them it was most meet,  
The Dutch are Protestants, and should be kind,  
But that in this great Art they were purblind.   

Spain first did own the Rump for their own ends,  
But Spain to King and Princes made amends,  
In France Prince C●n●y, Cardinal and King.  
At wars, the Cardinal owns the Rumpish thing,  
'Gainst Calling and Religion of Rome,  
What policy is there we cannot doom?  
They here make peace, forsake their Princely friends  
Mazarine's back Game, yet God hath secret ends,  
To make our Charles the Protestants Protector,  
And of Rome's fallacy the Grand Rejector.   

How many seals were broke Treason committing?  
Each one the others knavery out witting;  
The Rumps Grand breeches were of Nols' devising,  
By them set up he sees himself uprising;  
Nol fasts and prays whiles they to pass did bring  
His black designs 'gainst Gospel, Law, and King.  
God hates the Traitor, and the Treason too,  
Consulted wickedness will itself undo.  
Those Taskmasters exacted Brick and Straw,  
Pretend Religion, and yet break the Law.   

The Army's Agitators still did mock  
At three Grand Pees the which they said did lock  
England in slavery, against which they cry,  
Popery, Praelacy, and Presbytery,  
But three Grand ls have far a worse sting,  
Jannisaries the Great Turk strangling,  
Jesuits by Popish Figs Kings poisoning,  
Independents their own King's Head off chopping,  
From such, Good Lord deliver us, we pray,  
And Charles our Sovereign King both night and day.   

Kings-Arms i'th' Churches made the people pray  
For Charles, whose Father they did lately stay,  
I'th' Courts, i'th' Ships, Exchange, his Picture down,  
His power and state they take and sell the Crown  
What hurt's i'th' Arms? but that by them remembering  
We prayed for Blessed Charles his Sons returning;  
Both Root, and Branch, and Name, this Rump out flings,  
And war's proclaimed 'gainst Charles the best of Kings,  
The higher that they soar, the lower falling,  
Tyrants at last God to account is calling.   

How many for their own base Interest  
Did serve this Rump for gain, others oppressed?  
Some suffered, still waiting this blessed day,  
For which all loyal hearts did sing and pray.  
Beggars to Lordships came, serving this Rump,  
But into Rags they'll change their Velvet Jump.  
Set such on horseback, proudly will they ride,  
Till Power, and Law, and States, they all bestride,  
But now they stink, it's just this Rumpish State  
In twelve sad years should have a Rumpish fate.   

Those lewd pretences that the Rump did bring,  
The people cry, they said, go kill your King,  
All's done by Providence, they still did say,  
Are now proved lies; God save the King we pray,  
We bless Just Providence, that in wisdom Ruling  
To th'best of blessings changed these Changelings doing.  
Let's ever bless our Gracious God most wise,  
That hath brought home the just light of our eyes.  
God's just in all, Traitors by Treason judging,  
The Rumpish Army 'gainst the Rump still grudging.   

Of such base Compounds were this Rumpish Power,  
Which made themselves themselves for to devour;  
Nothing contents that Army proud, success  
Did make them bold, they scorned for to address,  
They never thought of change, dreamed here to dwell,  
Sure made a Covenant with Death and Hell.  
Widows and Fatherless prayed, that they might sing,  
A Welcome-home to Charles, our Lord, the King.  
Such were the keepers of our Liberties,  
Knaves still invisible grounds of miseries.   

Sans mercy and 'gainst Law they Tried our King,  
His Queen they banished, and that Princely thing,  
And all the rest by Treason still kept from us,  
'Gainst Oaths and Covenant, and Great Nolls Grand Promise;  
The Army still did change all Government,  
Their souls did still to Judgement them present,  
But Noll he cheats them all, chief Rule intending,  
And still Religion, Law, in his pretending;  
Traitors turned out, God's just, his Judgements rare,  
Of the next Change, my Muse will now declare.   

First Noll that juggling Saint them out did fling  
A brave Grand Rebel, an Hypocrite mocking,  
Soldier enough successful, bold and daring,  
A politic Nose, ambitious, no man fearing,  
Sans Legal Writs he pricks a Parliament,  
Called Barebones Juncto, these must represent  
The people, who never did them call,  
Or Power give, by these Noll seeks for all;  
They vote themselves a Parliament, because  
Under that title they might break the Laws.   

Sects bad enough, Compounds of all together,  
Spoil Marriage-Rites, some went they knew not whither  
The Marriage-knot to tie, yet these not fitting  
Nolls secret ends, he takes them off from sitting.  
Noll and his Cubs do cry, they're false, pretending  
That they, when he, our property was rending,  
Then lifts up hands and eyes, and by lay preaching,  
And falser prayers, his Saints and Soldiers cheating.  
But something else did in the bottom lie,  
That Juncto's wisdom could not this descry.   

A single person, something like a King,  
Nolls craft, and crew, and power, to pass did bring,  
Protector, or Projector rather, levelling  
All to his lusts, a while sits proudly revelling  
The Feather in his Cap, the Title King  
He calls, and yet the Power still usurping;  
Five years he ruled, not reigned, himself protecting  
By Power and Sword, all lust men else rejecting;  
In his own craft God still was him defeating,  
He would and would not, so he lived by cheating.   

Calls three Mock-Parlaments, breaks up the thing  
Of his own m●king, cause he would be King;  
A pack of knaves were some, some could not give  
Up our Grand Laws, whiles Charles his Son did live.  
Nolls fit to rule, but no just Title having,  
Makes him unjust, and made him always craving  
Of all Religions that made for his supporting,  
Made all opinions stirrup his usurping;  
A Coach-box favour God him once was giving,  
On Michaelmas day, to change his wicked living.   

State Secretary in the Coach doth sit,  
Protector in the Coach box, where's his wit?  
Sometimes such frolics mad into his brain  
Were whymsied by his spirit, or his Train;  
But this one Act was like their Actions all,  
One draws another, now Noll gets the fall,  
Yet God had mercy, though that Noll had none,  
Noll had some virtues, mercy he lacked alone;  
One of his three Mock-Parlaments was sitting  
When as their Head at the horse heels was flitting.   

Some part o'th' Army Nol abroad doth send,  
For Gold, to Hispaniola, keeps to mend  
The rest, worms Lambert out, and others trembling  
Obey, yet most do hate his base dissembling.  
His Major Generals, Semi-dragons sting  
The Land, Nols' Bashaws then deserved the string.  
For money's sake the Jews he in would bring,  
'Cause they fore him had murdered Christ their King.  
He than pleads for the Jews the Scripture Text  
For their Conversion, though with his own he's vexed.   

He doth Divines call up from several places,  
To colour that design, his Chaplains faces  
Are not so brazed as his, he turns the Jew,  
He gets the Gold, and then forsakes that crew.  
Still money lacks, for that his conscience bends  
His power and sword, and valour thereto tends,  
It must be had, if that the Gods deny,  
The Acheron he'll force, and Devils try,  
Makes Churches stables, a Sacrilegious thing,  
This was the Reformation Nol did bring.   

Brave man, where doth thy spirit sadly rumble?  
How in this world did thy aspire tumble  
Things upside down? Valour with Counsel swayed  
Is good, grand Nol makes all the world afraid.  
How many seem to bless when as they curse?  
Nol cares not, so that he have power and purse.  
How did his Parliaments and himself agree?  
How did his several speeches made to three  
Concur? and with his Recognition more,  
Prays, and protests, and swears, makes up the score.   

He prospers every where, by Sea and Land,  
Makes Holland's Trump to gravel in the Sand,  
Although at St. Domingo there's a loss,  
Yet at Jamaica doth the Spaniard cross,  
Success at home, and eke success abroad,  
Makes his Aspire not to fear the Rod,  
At Sancta Cruze the Spanish Fleet's attempted  
Silver's brought home, at Eriff they're borned.  
What shall we 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 men's commands,  
He suffers much, still discontented that  
he's not set up, and doth he cares not what;  
Lilbourn lies here, whom many thought was mad,  
He died 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 Obadiahs in a Cave them feed,  
Preserved 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 Prelate's 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 running,  
In most Agreements Noll was still disgracing  
Our Royal Princes, Traitors still are placing  
Themselves in others Rights, he domineers  
And Trophies of our slavery up rears,  
Without Divinity, Divines up setting,  
That worshipped his Calves, and praised his getting,  
Abroad a Devil, most men so him thinking,  
At home worse than a Machavil he's stinking.   

Into a black base Instrument Noll Changes  
Our Laws, and over Kingdoms three Noll Ranges,  
Upon Intelligence abroad, much spends,  
At home he Racked us almost to our ends;  
A Saint in show, grand Holiness pretending  
Great outward parts and Gifts, but never mending,  
By which he cousins good men, by power and threats  
Enslaves the rest, and both sides sweetly cheats,  
Never did Machavil bring to pass 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 nosed 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  
Can we expect, from him that killed his King?  
But God doth Justice, and his power shows,  
How he in time dissemblers overthrows.   

Once Sworn, Proclaimed, again sworn at's Installing,  
Base Herod's Conscience always fears a falling.  
Plots and makes Treason, and thereby others kill,  
Nol and his Officers their Coffers filling,  
A damned Toleration he admitting,  
Thinks that the way to make him faster fitting.  
After blessed Hewets death, Nol no way thriving,  
Septembers third the wind away him driving.  
Good people cried God's just, this dismal thing,  
And stormy wind, makes way for Charles our King.   

I cannot pass blest Hewits' martyrdom,  
Without some service offered 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 loss is ours, but his within is bliss.  
While we are out forgive us Lord our sin,  
With Saints and Martyrs, that we 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 Righteousness,  
Where Christ hath clothed him with his faithfulness.  
Where he shall never die again, because.  
He pleaded not at Summum Jus his laws.  
It was his honour that he thus should die,  
His Master-like, by Judge and Jury high.   

He mounts the Scaffold, clasps the block, and smiles  
At the keen Axe, 'cause free from Satan's wiles,  
His conscience clear, his face most bright did shine,  
Fitted for Angels was this blessed Divine.  
A Doctor here, for Learning, Grace, and Love,  
A Martyr there received in Heaven above.  
Preaching, and praying, his last acts of Grace  
Are changed to praising 'fore God's blessed face.  
Since Christ till Charles, such justice hath not been  
King, Priests, and Saints, thus murdered ne'er 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 changed his Scene to joy,  
Above the Court, th' Attorney, and the annoy  
Of lawless, 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 bliss.   

His dearest Lady, and his children dear  
Have lost a Husband, and Father here;  
His Church their Pastor, humble, meek, and holy,  
Who died for Truth, and not for Treason's folly.  
But see how God injustice doth repay,  
Nol ne'er had rest from that great Martyr's day.  
He now rejoices 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 die,  
To make up Nols' account of cruelty.  
Cheapside, Tower-Hill, and the Exchange, do show  
That Nol he had no mercy here below.  
Drawn Hanged and Quartered, 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'er heard of oliver's repenting,  
Nor any of those Rump suitors relenting.  
King's blood, and Princes, Nobles and Priests blood crying  
Might raise those winds that stormed it at his dying.  
The Protestants abroad Nol still was cozening,  
With Protestants at home Nol still was juggling.  
We fast and pray for poor Waldenses suffering,  
Who cheats those Saints of England's pious offering?  
Nol and his crew, which made us daily sing,  
God send us home just Charles our gracious King.   

Whilst Nol Protector thus did lie 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 man's Laws did forbid.  
A sad Catastrophe, the people scorning,  
From throne to kitchen, who pays for all the mourning?  
Whitehall had many Masters, yet not the right,  
At last God turns black Traitors 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 useless thing,  
By Nols' kin and his crew, (just is the King  
Of Kings, alive is buried) though Grace is pardoning,  
Mushrooms, repent, and keep your hearts from hardening.  
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, traitors shall have traitor's meed.   

The people weary of Nols' grand oppressing,  
To Dick proclaimed, do make their low addressing,  
Some flatter, some design, some hope th'amending  
Of burdens great, before their fatal ending.  
But Dick's turned out, and Hal from Ireland coming,  
Both want their Father's valour, and his cunning.  
Dicks honest Parliament 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,  
Backed all his projects, still themselves up rising.  
Grand-satans' Jesuits by their Pope's false dealing,  
Brewed 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 ways reproving,  
'Gainst God, and King, and Laws, the Army moving.  
Confusion brings confusion, God is just,  
The wickeds honour sin lays in the dust.   

The Rump before their time again now rising,  
Though six years buried, stink, yet still devising  
New Treasons, troubles, by the Army called 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, & Middleton's Welsh-men cry the King  
Something too late, Lambert them all is conquering.  
Though some men failed, yet thousands good men pray,  
And gladly wished St. George an happy day.   

Now new Sequestering, some that 'fore did stand  
For the long Parliament, just is God's blessed hand.  
Brave, stout, and valiant Massey escapes the Tower,  
Comes in again, and scorns this Rumpish power,  
And is preserved by God, that he might bring  
Our blessed Charles, our Sovereign Lord the King.  
God's time is best, he's faithful to his trust.  
Though for his sake blessed 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 Ordered thanks, now he is Trump,  
But little blood was shed, then new Committees.  
Chester's dis-franchized, spoiled amongst the Cities.  
Both Ministers and others are suspected,  
Imprisoned, and Estates are new sequestered,  
But they that called 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 soldiers, Rumpish soldier's greeting.  
Lental of several Parliaments was the Speaker,  
Of all our Laws and Statutes the great breaker;  
he'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 intent betraying;  
Now all consult, and in amaze, and cry,  
What Counsels best? resolve to live or die.  
The Head is gone, and eke the politic Nose,  
Six things like Parliaments we stabbed, and risen  
Against the present power; what, shall we have  
A single person, who shall be the knave?  
Coxcombs of safety let us settle now,  
Hark, rouse your spirits, the Northern winds do blow.   

Now London fasts and prays, in one prostrating  
Their humbled souls, and bold by now declaring  
For a Free Parliament, outvie the cheating  
Of Wallingford-house-saints, though Vanes repeating  
This new Committee of slavery, down would have  
Our Colleges and Churches, so enslave  
Us worse, the bottom of the headless Rump  
Worse than the rest, only fit for the stump.  
Against these Saints, whoever dare to clash  
In his heart's blood, their hands they swear to wash.   

Proclaim for peace, and yet more blood devising,  
All still resolve 'gainst Charles a constant rising;  
The grand blind Cobbler guilty of former blood,  
Gins new broils i'th' City, amazed we stood;  
Brave Prentices petitioned 'gainst this might,  
Stand up for King, for Laws, for Cities Right,  
Some pinioned are, others are sadly slain,  
Cobbler kills Cobbler, this blood sure cries amain;  
Brave Common Council stand for City's cause,  
Cobblers indicted for murdering the Laws.   

Patience abused, returns to rage and fury,  
God will be Judge, whoever is the Jury.  
How did blest London's God preserve us then  
From mutinies, confusion, even when  
The knife was at the throat? our hands did itch  
To give blind halting Cobbler one true stitch.  
Now more Committees, and more Sequestrators,  
And more cursed raking who should be our Stators.  
Thus one destroys another, as unjust,  
A guilty conscience will not a brother trust.   

God uses Instruments of his own appointing,  
And makes his way for Blessed Charles Anointing.  
We Protestants are, and Popish Monks we 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, lambert's flushed 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 he that sits in Heaven laughs to see  
Their pride, Now stops their twelve years' tyranny.   

Fifty brave Troops of Horse, and desperate Foot,  
Experienced 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, Friars, Scotch Presbyters they cry  
Deliverance is sure, we'll fight or die.  
This man of no Religion, like Noll, hath all,  
That do pretend, this hastens much his fall.   

Poor Monk hath Horse more fit for to run  
Than fight, say they, we will the Scots o'ercome;  
Hang Tything Priests, we'll pray ourselves, and preach,  
Thy brandished sword, Lord Lambert, that us teach,  
we'll College Lands, and Churches take, Priests all,  
Instead of Tithes, to us for bread shall call;  
we'll make the City bow, and take their Treasure,  
Their Wives and Widows, Orphans at our pleasure.  
This Monk had fought at Land, conquered at Sea,  
Leads a new dance, and thus gins the plea.   

Soft fire makes sweet Malt, saith George, still having  
God on his side, and his protection craving.  
Shall now the Commonwealth be baffled thus?  
Must every knave sit Majesty in Pus?  
Will nothing them content, King nor Protector,  
Nor Parliament, Committees nor Projector?  
Committee of Dangers must they now us rule,  
These Gallimaufrees worse than Rumpish stool.  
Monk sends Commissioners to that short Committee,  
Letters and Messengers to brave London City.   

Brave Scots assist and lend him money too,  
What then was in the dark is open now.  
My muse amazed, doth hear the Kirk are praying  
For Monk, the Sects for Lambert now are saying  
Their Matins, the Rumpish Wealthsmen they are calling.  
On God, to keep their power now from falling.  
The Presbyterians they the Lord are seeking  
The King abroad, our God humbly beseeching.  
The King and Kirk their prayers Heaven hearing,  
Monk's blessed, and now gins our hopes and cheering.   

God hears at last, and his own time is best,  
They're Gods own Instruments that bring us rest;  
The Monk keeps on his hood, and by fair treating  
Preventeth blood, though they intended cheating.  
At Portsmouth now the Rump doth rise, a thing  
Stupendious, great, but sure no more Rising,  
Except to Judgement, George marches on, he's wise,  
Revives three Kingdoms hopes, and doth devise  
Our good; our God from Heaven now protecting  
Zerubbabel, and all his ways directing.   

Betwixt hopes and fears we cried this Monk's a blessing  
To bring Grand Charles, and free us from oppressing;  
Destroy this Rump, they cried, this monstrous thing,  
As George did once the Dragon and the sting;  
He saved one Virgin once, but thou art saving  
Three Kingdoms George; now this brave Monk still having  
God on his side, Charles in his heart, he's Trump,  
By time and wisdom's patience starves the Rump;  
He marches on, to London's City coming,  
Joyns Scottish Bagpipes with the English drumming.   

Welcome to th' City George, the power being,  
Whilst in Commission, Monk is still obeying;  
To th' House he goes, and begs the House up filling,  
Protesting that all Countries so were willing;  
The Rump forsworn, had forced an oath, abjuring  
The Royal Race, no oaths them fore-conjuring,  
Grow proud and high, guilt, fear, and sad despairing,  
Doubts and black Jealousies do make them dating;  
They vow the Cits shall pay for their declaring,  
The Gates shall down by George, the walls defacing.   

The Gates pulled down, the City cries, amazing  
What Monk is this, the people all are gazing;  
What ails thee George? the Popish Monks did never  
Pull down our City Gates, and thus dissever  
Great London; but sure we must a little smart,  
London in all these times hath had a part;  
Our sins were great, but blessed be our God,  
That in this hurly burly stopped blood,  
If this be all, great London stir no more,  
Honour thy King, thy God fear and adore.   

Still George is honest, for mercy interposing,  
Preserved from blood, next night there comes a closing;  
What would you have brave Citizens, saith he?  
What shall I do for your grand Liberty?  
Free Parliament, said they, my Lord we crave,  
That you the Kingdom and the City save;  
Free Parliament, saith George, all Guild-Hall shouting,  
The City-bonfires, showed, the Rump was routing.  
Some Quakers oft foretell the Cities burning,  
Cry now, into sad Ashes London's turning.   

Free us, saith London, from this gross deluding,  
Bring in those members which the Rump secluding,  
Eleven years kept out, Great George takes off  
The force, the Members sit, the Rump doth scoff,  
Some guilty souls stay from the House, these make  
Brave Monk our General, now the Rump doth quake,  
Monk's bravely feasted, but he still doth work  
How to prevent the Rumpish Serpents lurk.  
The guilty Sectaries, now they sadly cry,  
Monk cheats us all with Scotch Presbytery.   

In one months' time th' secluded Members bring  
More good to th' Nation, than the Rump sitting  
Twelve years; the House of Lords were lacking  
To settle Law, but now the Rump is packing.  
Middleton and Brown, and Chester's Booth restore,  
Free Parliament procure, so that the door  
Upon necessity this hinge they move,  
Our hopes begin to settle, our hearts to love.  
How gladly did the people all rejoice  
For King and Laws to God lift up their voice?   

In all these times some Churchmen still were acting  
Above their sphere, Church-power still contracting.  
Thus Noll had Triers, Eyes Prelates, worse things  
Than Bishops far, having both pride and stings,  
Dubbed Lay-men-Priests, State humour thereby fitting  
Great Noll's grand Hierarchy, the powers flitting;  
These much cried out by others, often said,  
Noll was chief Magistrate, he must be obeyed;  
Yet in that little sudden change, some men  
Who spoke against the rest, get power then.   

Into Church-living Presbyters admit  
Judges of Titles make themselves, and sit  
Archbishop-like, others i'th' Country make  
Just thirty one, of their Clerks Fees partake.  
Thus all get power, the Churches Right invade,  
Most drive their own designs, and get a Trade;  
The House of Commons alone, they could not make  
A Law, yet these from them this power take.  
True Churchmen prayed that they again might see  
Church-power fixed by Law and Majesty.   

The Bishop's settled were by several Kings  
And Parliaments, and Ancient Laws, the Springs  
Of Government, these voted down, for Reasons  
Which to their adverse party seemed Treasons.  
Nolls Independents cheated us each hour,  
The Presbyterians now have got short power,  
Sat by no Law, but of necessity;  
I will not blame in this their Piety.  
Who would think this, but that the Church's power  
Is very sweet, since all men it devour?   

Is it not just that God unsettle all  
Again, and make us sensible of our fall,  
Since it is true that Civil Rule doth come  
From Monarchy, as beams come from the Sun?  
Church Government from Christ, the Church's King,  
And Primitive Bishops down from him they bring,  
Constant in preaching, faithful in governing.  
Their great laborious works their praises sing.  
But Prelacy, as Lords the King did make,  
And did again their power from them take.   

Bishops and Presbyters Christ's true Ministry,  
Councils and Synods his Authority,  
Lord Priest, Lord Cardinal, Lord Pope a string  
Of Antichrist, when set above the King,  
Let Scripture and the first times History  
Declare, God will take off the Romish Mystery,  
Set pride and Interest aside, and cry,  
Sol in occasu, love knits in piety.  
Rome laughs at all, the Sects do daily cry,  
It's Pride and Covetousness rules our Ministry.   

Those better Members than they did present  
A Council of State, until the Parliament  
Did meet, who do with prudence rule; the Rump  
By lambert's scape again thought to be Trump;  
But Ingoldsby and's soldiers take them napping,  
And so preserve us from the Sects entrapping;  
Some fly and get away, 'cause Gild was seizing  
Upon their souls, but some lie hid, still fearing.  
Thus God works for us, and prevents those men,  
Whose Arms and lust still changed, and changed again.   

Some by't their nails, some scratch their heads, and sing  
A Palinode, recanting every thing.  
Some their oppressed stomaches up would bring,  
Cause now's the time, God's judging for the King  
Whose blood they shed, Lands bought, & broke the hedge  
Of Government, God give them mercy on the Sledge.  
His friend's 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 Parliaments are choosing,  
Most Rumpish men, the people still refusing.  
The bent, and strength, & voice o'th' Nation sing,  
Choose such a Parliament that may bring our King.  
God order's Providence for the selfsame thing.  
Monk with the Parliament our Charles doth bring.  
Foul poisonous Serpents, and that Rumpish sting,  
That picked our purse, and sucked our blood, forcing  
Subjection by that proud and bloody thing,  
Are all afraid o'th' Parliaments sitting.   

Why should Free Parliament such terror bring?  
But Conscience guilt into their souls did fling.  
State-cheaters base, and all base Treasurer's cry,  
We must cast up account before we die.  
We Houses bought and built, and purchased Land,  
Then for a cipher, now they'll a figure stand.  
God's just at last, though some years suffering sin,  
The wickeds reckoning day it will come in.  
The Rump's thrice roasted, if we can repent,  
Our sad and black account we may prevent.   

God's time is best, to which we all subscribe,  
All faithful Subjects, and true Levies Tribe.  
We often prayed, and sighed, and groaned to see  
Our God take off Egyptian misery.  
When shall our Moses come, and Aaron's too,  
To judge these Traitors, and our snares undo?  
Was ever people thus oppressed? blessed God  
We murmur not at thy Divine blessed Rod,  
But prayed 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.  
God's 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 Charles for still his Faiths defending;  
So let his enemies perish all, we sing,  
God hath brought home our Sovereign Lord the King.  
Religion's come, with Laws and Liberty,  
Peace, plenty, Justice, and Prosperity;  
King Charles his glory now doth fully shine  
In this our Charles, 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 refreshed to sing King Charles his glory.  
If any take offence, it is because  
They're guilty of the wrong to King and Laws.  
To sing King Charles his welcome, Heaven inspire  
My cheerful Muse, and kindle all her fire.   
Amen and Amen.   

AN HUMBLE ELOGIUM, and Joyful Acclamation, FOR The Welcome home of our Sovereign Lord the KING, CHARLES By the Grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France & Ireland: Defender of the Ancient, Catholic, Apostolic, Protestant Faith, which was professed by the Ancient, Primitive Church, Sealed with the blood of many Kings and Princes, Nobles and Bishops, and other Faithful Saints, Crowned with the glory of Martyrdom. And who is in all Causes, and over all Persons, as well Ecclesiastical as Civil, next and immediately under Christ, supreme Governor, in these his Majesty's Realms and Dominions.  
Nunquam libertas Gratior extat  
Quam sub Rege pio.  
Regis ad exemplum.  〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. 

PYerian Sisters, sacred, three times three:  
Olympic Joves most Royal Progeny,  
You that frequent the Heliconian Spring,  
And on Parnassus' Hill, do sit and sing,  
Send down a quill from Angel gabriel's wing,  
To write the welcome home of Charles our King,  
Assist me now with your Seraphic skill,  
England's most joyful Triumph to fulfil.  
How all things did concur from Heavens high,  
To wait upon great Charles 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  
Joyed here below ith'earths most peaceful spring.  
Blessed May King Charles his month, hence flourishing  
Then born, than owned, and then proclaimed King.  
Thus Heavens, air, seas, and earth, ships, loyalling  
All strive to kiss the hand now royalling.  
All in their order and in their nature bring,  
A joyful welcome home to Charles 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 Parliament to think on ways of healing,  
Most blessed letters and blessed 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 blood  
All Europe's princely families great and good  
In this blessed Prince, great British Majesty  
And also the great Saxon royalty,  
Both Danes and Normans race, that Germane Prince  
Elector Palatine increased his glory hence,  
Swede, Pole, and most of Christian Princes do  
Acknowledge their Alliance him unto.   

This on the Father's side is wondrous glory,  
For this Great Charles, who now's the whole world's story,  
The Spanish Austrian, on the Mother's side,  
Burbones of France, they herein sweetly glide;  
The Medici's of Florence they come in,  
And now the Prime of Aurange more than been;  
These with our Roses, Lilies do entwine,  
Which make King Charles his welcome more Divine.  
England's great splendour, that frees us from oppressing,  
Christ's Faith's defender, and so God's gracious blessing.   

One thousand six hundred and thirtieth year  
May's twenty nine, the stars type doth appear.  
Last Tuesday in each month he fasts, retiring,  
Consults with God, and all his ways admiring.  
First Tuesday in this May he's owned as King  
By th' Parliament, a blessed happy thing;  
Next Tuesday in this May proclaimed our King,  
Both Parliament and City flourishing;  
Last Tuesday, nine and twentieth of this May,  
Our glorious King appears, his own Birthday.   

For one black Tuesday, three are very clear,  
All welcoming King Charles his coming here.  
The Winds thought it their Honour, for to come  
And blow King Charles, and his Royal Brother's home,  
From Holland's Hague, the Seas rejoiced much more,  
To bring our King and Princes to our shore.  
Brave Mountagues great Ships are now turned Royal,  
For why, King Charles hath made them truly loyal.  
He's come, he's come, the doubling echoes cry,  
Dovers white Rocks receive his Majesty.   

Brave Monck receives him first, conducts & brings  
Charles to his Courts where's Ancestors sat Kings.  
The seat of King's Arch-Bishops Canterbury  
Sing Sabbath praises, make his soul most merry;  
Then Rochester, from thence to London comes  
With Princes, Nobles, Gentry, Soldiers, Drums,  
Fair Virgins all in white sweet flowers strowing,  
And all the people, old and young, God praising.  
He mounts the steed upon Black-Heath to see  
His people Joy in this prosperity.   

Our God the humble soul, is recompensing,  
On's own birthday his Triumphs here commencing.  
On's own birthday the Lord Mayer banqueting  
Princes, and Nobles, with Joy refresh the King.  
On's own birthday the Ministers presenting  
Gods Sacred Book, the King with Joy accepting;  
Like to his stately Princely brothers royal  
Oth' right hand stands St. Paul, Religion, loyal;  
Learning o'th' left, the blue caps Psalms did sing.  
Religion, Learning, Mercy, bless our King.   

God's word, God's Providence, books fit for Kings,  
And's Fathers Solitudes, and sufferings  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, and experience  
Books fit for Princes, full of excellence.  
These teach the greatest Princes God to fear,  
To Rule the Church for Christ, and to appear  
For Justice, Truth, and Peace, and for the Laws,  
The which makes God appear for Prince's cause.  
God doth expect return of Mercy lent,  
God bless King Charles, Law, Church, and Parliament.   

Quite through the City rides our gracious King,  
And's Princely Brothers, God bless them, all did sing.  
All men were gallant, and the Conduits running,  
Our waters turned to wine by Charles his coming.  
Up to White Hall the Parliament him greeting,  
Three Kingdoms joyful, happy, blessed meeting,  
The view of Nations, Counsels, states, and things  
Abroad, makes him the best of Europe's Kings,  
Charles will protect us with his wings, and eke  
His sword and sceptre will true Subjects keep.   

The House of Lords his name eternising,  
The House of Commons their allegiance bring,  
Dukes, Marquesses, Earls, Viscounts, Lords, Barons sing,  
All true born Gentry kneel unto their King.  
Great George shall Joseph be, and have the ring,  
And second Chariot of our gracious King,  
We'll Abrech cry, and bow the knee, and sing  
Brave Monk hath brought Lords, Commons, & the King.  
We joyed in Monk his morning star to be,  
Much more in him to whom George bows the knee.   

The City makes triumphant flourishing,  
Allen Lord Mayor's Chain purple Glorying,  
The Alderman's Gold Chains and scarlet bring,  
Their due obedience unto Charles our King.  
Brown leads the Horse, gallant in Marshalling,  
Robinson the foot, all to proclaim the King.  
Brave London's Companies in order sitting,  
To tender their allegiance just and fitting.  
Sweet little babes Hosanna cry that day,  
De King, the King, God bless King Charles they pray.   

The Merchants brave, the Tradesmen praises sing,  
The Virgin's dance, young men their Caps up fling,  
Old men and Matrons gravely pray and sing,  
'Cause they before they die might see their King;  
The Trumpets sound, the Music tunes each string,  
The Canons roar, the Bonfires blaze, Bells ring,  
The Wine's drawn forth, feasting and banqueting,  
Balconies, streets and shops, all cry the King,  
If such a Diapason for the King  
At his proclaiming, what will his presence bring?   

Now Charles is come, beyond expression we  
Rejoice in this our Royal Trinity;  
We're all o'ercome with joy, and cannot show,  
But with obedience in Allegiance bow.  
Depths of Affection makes us truly loyal,  
Mounts all our hearts to joy in him, most Royal,  
We're all Seraphickly inflamed to see  
The Angels bring our King, and Liberty.  
Now God himself preserve our Gracious King,  
Christ keep his soul, Angel's protection bring.   

Now Charles is come, all England's Bells did ring;  
England's all voices, which did bravely sing;  
England's all flaming Bonfires, for her King;  
England's all Music, striking every string;  
England's all Joy, no true man murmuring;  
England's all Peace, good men it furthering;  
England's all Happiness, England's all flourishing;  
England's all glory, King Charles them nourishing.  
Thus England's London, and her Parliament,  
Their faithful Joy unto King Charles present.   

Lest witches, wizards, sects, or devilish thing,  
Juggling Astrologers, blast his blessed settling;  
Our tears as waves, our prayers as winds did bring,  
Our hearts as ships and sails to Charles our King,  
For his return, and now our Lands we cry,  
Our goods, and lives, are his, that he thereby  
May settle Church, and state, all in God's fear;  
God is the author of his happiness here.  
Maugre fanatic rage, the Heavens bring  
Our Prince a Saint, our Charles a Sovereign King.   

How are the Pulpits turned the City round?  
How do they now King Charles his praise refound?  
Sure too much fire was in them heretofore,  
But now God's Providence, they do adore.  
Thy Kingdom come, was Treason for to pray,  
Yea for to think in that black Rumpish day.  
'twas Treason, to be Honest, Just, and True,  
To keep our Oaths, and Covenants most due.  
No more Sedition, let any man now teach  
But truly, purely, gravely Gods Word preach.   

The Heads of Israel's Tribes and Princes bring  
At thirty years old, good David, Judah's King,  
To Israel's Throne, and then all covenanting,  
Before the Lord they there anoint him King.  
The Jebusites him scorn, most basely railing,  
The Philistims him threat, most basely raging;  
He conquers all by righteous valour, reigning  
Full forty years Judah's and Israel's King.  
we'll make the Parallel blest Charles in thee  
Three Kingdoms glory to posterity.   

Our Tribes and Princes, Lords and Commons bring  
At thirty years old, Allegiance to our King;  
Jebusites and Philistims do show their sting,  
But Charles in God's Name all is conquering,  
By brave Monks conduct, and our covenanting;  
Before the Lord God will anoint him King;  
Since David's gone, and Solomon's Reigning,  
Twice forty years' let's pray God bless our King;  
Our Gospel, true Allegiance we will bring  
To Charles the Second our Sovereign Lord the King.   

God fitted David by humble suffering,  
In a strange Nation, under a strange King,  
Betrayed at home, abroad he's travelling,  
The mysteries of other States unravelling;  
When Gods time's come, he's then brought home, made King,  
Rules much for God, settles each holy thing.  
As Moses Law commands, no Worship new  
Sets up, but what the Lord enjoins thats true.  
In this, Great Charles, thou art the Parallel,  
Rule much for God and Christ, all shall be well.   

The Law's reformed, the Gospel's glad tiding  
Of Truth and Peace here settled by our King,  
Prerogative and Privilege agreeing,  
Just Liberty and Property all seeing,  
The Paroxisms of Church and State compiling,  
Both Paul and Barnabas, Charles is reconciling,  
Like Moses, from the Mount of God descends  
Our blessed Charles, and all true Saints makes friends,  
Confirms the Tables, Gospel and the Law,  
And by his good Examples doth us draw.   

Oppress no conscience, Fundamentals holding,  
Oblige just Interests, mercy them infolding;  
Impose no Ceremonies that are found oppressing,  
All new Religions stop Gods sacred blessing,  
Make Service most Divine, the Rule's God Word,  
So says our Articles, and so the Lord;  
It is most fit and glorious for Kings  
Of Heresy and Faction, to break the springs,  
IT Reform the Church, proud Antichrist dispelling,  
Then Christ in Grace will in our Church be dwelling.   

Profaneness punished, and false worshipping,  
Religion advanced, and each holy thing  
That's truly Protestant, here flourishing,  
No Romish Serpents Relics nourishing,  
All Popelings banished, 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 Kingdom's joy in Charles our King.   

No Power but the Power Omnipotent  
Can 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 smoke,  
To drive from hence, our God we did invoke,  
God heard, and without any precious blood  
Hath changed the cruel sword for all our good;  
In Kingly Power and Authority,  
Doth shine th' eternal God's blessed Majesty.   

In these sad times our Church was rend, dividing  
Sect against Sect, each one the other slighting;  
Of Discipline were divers names declaring  
Division, and worse 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 be in most, by Truth's composing,  
King Charles, like God, with Gospel Saints is clozing.  
Satan sowed Tares when as the Priests were sleeping,  
But now King Charles will keep the Church from weeping.   

A King of Providence, and of Prayers a King,  
A King of Mercy, a great experienced King,  
A King of Promise, God him always making,  
The Church's Nursing Father, of Grace partaking,  
A King of valour, Christ's true Faith's defender,  
Both just and merciful, our glorious splendour,  
A King of wonders, preserved for this thing,  
Both Church and State in God's Name governing;  
For this all Providences did him bring,  
For this God bless our Sovereign Lord the King.   

Worsters Deliverance, that wonderful thing,  
Mercies Deliverance, from Popery's sting,  
Beyond the Seas God still preserved our King,  
At home, Sects, Army, gone sans blood or string,  
From Heaven sanctified by suffering,  
Whilst he in Gods fear still is governing.  
True Priests, true Saints, their Hallelujah sing,  
Blessed be God, that blessed hath our King;  
The Lord make Charles 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.  
Blessed Constantine first Christian Emperor King,  
With Orthodox Divines his Court did spring.  
Augustus' Court is stored with men of learning,  
he's learned 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 Charles our King.   

We sadly read of Amaziahs' halting,  
And also of wise Solomon's revolting,  
Of Rehoboams rashness, by respecting  
Young statesmen's Counsels, Sages grave rejecting;  
Of Jeroboams Calves the Tribes dividing  
Pretends Religion for his wicked siding;  
Of Uzzahs' misled Zeal, and of Uzziah  
Becoming Priest, the blood of Zachariah,  
Son of Jehoiada Highpriest, most Royal,  
From these God bless our King, and keep us loyal.   

God give Great Charles King David's perfect heart,  
King Solomon's wisdom, God to him impart,  
Josiahs' Holiness, in each Religious thing,  
And Hezekiahs' comforts to our King.  
Blest King Jehosaphats success and honour,  
Blessed Moses meekness, and blessed Joshuahs' valour.  
Edward the sixth, most glorious Piety,  
Elizabeth's most blest Prosperity.  
King James his Learning, and King Charles his Grace,  
God give to Charles, and to the Royal Race.   

A blessed, holy, glorious Martyred King  
At's death a private oath Remembering  
Showed excellent grace, an oaths a sacred thing  
Where Gods called in, and God expects performing  
Of serious Vows, 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 vows, true saints their oaths are keeping,  
If th' oath, were false for shame let ne'er be spoken  
If th' oath were true, why should it ere be broken.   

Brave London feasts both King, and Parliament  
And both the royal Princes, and do present  
A Cupboard of Plate, in that great City lie  
Best Subjects hearts and greatest Treasury;  
Thy great Imperial Chamber Charles it is,  
Whilst 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 crowned him King  
Brave Ireland also their allegiance bring.  
Great Monarch live, we humbly wait 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 Charles the Martyr's Race in Heaven now glorying,  
Let England never want a gracious King.  
Thus all true Subjects pray for Charles our King,  
Pardon great Sir my Muses warbleing.    
FINIS.