THE downfall OF Mercurius Britannicus. Mercurius Pragmaticus. Mercurius Politicus. That three Headed CERBERUS.  
THat proverb which of late by him was spoken  
In him's now crossed, the threefold cord is broken  
Brit. Prag. and Pol. in Print must lie no more.  
Byth' Rumps authority, that's out of door.  
He and the rump were birds all of a Feather,  
And 'tis most fit that they should fly together.  
But by the way there is a triple tree  
May well become this triple Mercury.  
And there perhaps he'll find one cord may hold  
Far better, than his own that was threefold.  
This was the Scribe that sold himself for gain,  
To work iniquity 'gainst his sovereign.  
'Twas he blasphemed his Prince, and with his Pen  
Murdered the best of Kings, and best of men.  
His cursed Siquis ne'er well be forgotten  
Against his Prince, when he is dead and rotten.  
And 'tis the nation's crime (which God forgive)  
That they should suffer such a Rogue to live.  
He that Diana's Temple burnt, could be  
Not half so famous for his infamy.  
But now the time is coming, which no doubt  
Will do him justice, vengeance will find him out.  
Though Foulk may guiltless prove of Royal blood,  
Scobels Certificate can do thee no good.  
Thy Books will rise up to condemn thee here,  
And to confound thee i'th' other world, I fear.  
When there was hopes that Caesar would prevail;  
He then was for the head against the tail;  
And who but he for Kings? and Monarchy  
Was better far than Aristocracy.  
But when the rump had got the upper hand,  
He was all theirs, and at their sole command;  
And then there could be found no saving health  
But in a Free State and a Commonwealth.  
Thus with the times he turned, next turn I hope  
Will up the Ladder be, and down the Rope.  
And when thou'rt gone from hence, 'tis like thou'lt be  
In Pluto's Parliament a Mercury,  
From whence perhaps thy friends may look to hear  
From thee, what news, and the nocturnals there.  
But first let Oliver thy Patron know  
Our revolutions here, and how things go.  
How Dick and Harry both have lost their station,  
Wanting his courage and dissimulation.  
How his Son Fleetwood, and the Clown his brother, 
Disborow   
Betrayed them both, and so betrayed each other.  
And how at present we are governed all  
By a wise Council, and honest General.  
How all the Lords and Knights which he hath made  
Are now returning each man to his trade.  
That Corbet, Vane and Scot, are out of favour  
And now stand bound unto their good behaviour.  
That Haslerig his old Antagonist,  
Of being Knight in Leicestershire hath missed.  
And that his friend the Surry Knight and Squire 
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Have lost the day for being Knights o'th' Shire.  
And that young Tarquin (oft so called by thee)  
Must now of England CHARLES the Second be.  
And when thou've told him this, tell him withal  
The money's owing still for's Funeral.  
What news there's from below let's here; and thus  
Farewell Mercurius Acharontichus.  
Finis The Rump.   

Printed in the year that the Saints are disappointed, 1660.