The Right PICTURE OF KING OLIURE, from top to toe.  
That all the World may a false Rebel know.  
Whereunto is added, His Genealogy, and the Memorials of all his Worthy Acts from the beginning of his reign, to his present routing in IRELAND.  
By PHILO REGIS, Written in Rhyme Doggerill for the benefit of all His SUBJECTS at WESTMINSTER.  Behold your KING! 
Jan. 2d Printed at the Sign of the Traitor's Head within Bishopsgate, and are to be sold to all them that work for Sir THOMAS. 1649.   

The Picture of King NOLL, from top to toe.  
THE ARGUMENT.  

OF Nolls Nose my Muse now sings,  
his power, force, and might:  
Subduing Kingdoms, murdering Kings,  
and winning all by fight.   
HIS PICTURE.  

NOlls Nose is toasted, his Jowl is roasted,  
his Horns do fear no knocks,  
His Ears hang down, from his bald Crown  
made bare with the French P—   

Of all the Brewers, my Muse assures,  
Noll bears the comely grace?  
His Lips do blopper, he bears his Copper  
in his Brazzen Face.   

Nolls saucer Eyes stairs in the Skies,  
his Teeth like Hedge stakes stand;  
He strikes his Breast, and tells the rest,  
that God troops in Ireland.   

Nols' Chaps doth wag, his Tongue doth brag,  
his Brains do deceive all:  
And if his Neck, the Hemp doth check,  
he then may scape a fall.   

Nols' Mouth devours; Kings, Crowns, and Powers,  
his Gullet stretches wide;  
His Stomach good, as Kentish Wood,  
old Mallet, or young Pride.   

Nols' Shoulders full, like a Town-Bull,  
can bear the State a pick-pack,  
His Lips can meet, and the Sisters greet,  
when he is at Tub-tick-tack.   

Nols' Arms hangs by, assuredly,  
from's Shoulders on each side:  
His wrists do join, makes me divine,  
he shall be hanged with Pride.   

Nols' thievish Hands, as the Case stands,  
do pilfer all our goods:  
His Nails do claw, at Truth and Law,  
he thirsteth for our Bloods.   

Nols' Breast may well, be termed a Hell,  
his Heart so full of Treason,  
His Ribs doth crack, his Conscience wrack,  
his Maw will brook no Reason.   

Nols' Sides and Back, do Sear-cloath lack,  
since Peter was his Pander;  
He took such pains, he ●un i'th' Reins,  
yet since made Hugh Commander.   

Nols' Guts doth ache, like Bull at Stake,  
since Lilburnes Dogs did rouse him,  
He did defile, himself the while.  
brave Towzer he did touse him.   

But out behind, flew such a Wind,  
from his Backdoor with powder,  
That Bradshaw Jack, quaked at the crack,  
and said he ne'er heard louder.   

Oh! but Nols' Haunch, the Devil's Panch,  
that devours all our Treasure;  
His P●zzle too, no more can do  
the ●isters any pleasure.   

The Surgeon sure, made him endure,  
for's Treason in a Tub,  
Which made his Wife at mortal strife,  
Cornelious did him rub.   

Nols' Hanger-byes caused then the cries,  
of many a lecherous Sister.  
His Wife did get one that would fit,  
Morly devoutly kissed her.   

Nols' Knees and Thighs none could divise  
how they should hang together:  
His Calves were shrunk so by that punk,  
his Skin looked like tanned Leather.   

Nolls runagate Feet, stradled i'th' Street,  
full half a yard or more:  
His Legs were shrunk his flesh so stunk,  
that he ne'er since could whore.   

Thus have you him from top to toe,  
drawn naked to your view,  
The dismal Author of our woe,  
since hanging is his due.    

The Genealogy of Noll Cromwell, and his direct Line, since the Creation, descending from his first Parents ZIMRI and CORBY.  
A Than begat Zimri, Zimri begat Corah, Corah begat Dathan, Dathan begat Abiram, Abiram begat Shimei, Sihmei begat Achitophel of jezebel, Achitophel begat Absolom, Absolom begat Athaliah, of Athaliah was borne judas that betrayed Christ, judas begat Pilate, Pilate, begat Arius, Arius begat julian, julian begat Nero, Nero begat Catalin, Catiline begat Luther, Luther begat Rivilax, Rivilax begat Ignatius Loyola, the father of the Jesuits, Ignatius begat Faux, Faux begat Fairfax and Cromwell, who betrayed and murdered their King.  
For his Nativity he was borne about Huntingdon, educated in the School of Rebelion; afterwards was stocked by his Uncle (whom he since plundered) with 500 li. to set him up, which by his debost life he soon run out; for his Trade, he brewed small Beer in the Isle of Ely, which after he had gotten seven Wenches with Child (and was named the Town Bull of Ely) he broke, cozened his Creditors, lived by his shifts, (which were more than were good) since which time, by reason of his Sons poisoning his Master (an Usurer in Fetter Lane) he got an estate by his wits; and at last chosen a Burges in this Black Parliament for Cambridge-shire, and now is become the Junctos Factotum; Lord of Lords, King of Kings, the only Ruler of Princes: made Lord Governor of Ireland, Duke of Distraction, Marquis of Mar-trade, Lord Controller of Consciences, chief Peer of Persecution, and grand Resident among the Tyrants at Westminster, nine times a perjured Rebel, that strick his breast, out face God and dissemble with Men, in mischief out of Machiavelli, in treachery his forefathers judas, he was an Hypocrite borne, lived all his life hitherto a Knave, his good qualities innumerable, his best conditions (save those of rebellion and murder) as inconstant as the Wind, he can die his intentions into more colours then the Chameleon, his mercy is cruelty, his lust his God, his Religion Rebellion, his faith is Falsery, innocent blood his best sacrifice; Will to clear his fraud call God and men to witness, his murder and perjury professing to be what he is not, will (like a right Hypocrite) justify his protended innocence to your face, yet hug himself in his deep plots to ruin you, as he hath done the rest of the Kingdom; abolished the true Religion, made null the Law of England, killed his King, disinherited his Royal Issue, jugguled and packed together a set of the most notorious known Knaves and Tyrants as ever were to rule and wrack the Common people.  
Now they have put out legal Taxes and Assezments for Sir Thomas and his Kennel of Bloodhounds, who with our moneys feast before our faces with Sturgeon, Cavarre, Pheasants, Partridges, Turkeys, etc. swagger with whom they please, and rebel in all voluptuousness and epicurism, riotousness and excess; Whilst the poor Tradesmen are undone, and lies idle for want of employment, his Family hunger-starven, the Committee-men and Sequestrators laughs, the Widow and Fatherless cries, pines, and makes moan; the Land languishes, War a fresh prepares, Desolation ensues, Misery comes after, and Plagues closes up the sad scerne of dying England. Truth, Faith, Religion, Law, Justice, and all Honesty being banished; and nothing suffered amongst us but Blood, Rapine, Murder, Plunder, Equivocation, Lies, Perjury, Treachery, Tyranny; and all for Sir Thomas, though we have not a piece of Bread to Put into our Head, nor the heads of our Wives or Children, yet we must pay what our Egyptian Taskmasters lay upon us; or have our goods seized on and forcibly carried out or our Houses, and sold before our faces by their cruel Officers; Our Wives, Children, and Servants, abused, nay, threatened upon the least Resistance to kill, slay, and murder them, and this is all th' Liberty we poor Wretches yet enjoy from our New Keepers, after all our War and Sweat, that we cannot keep a penny in our purses, nor a good Conscience in our Vocations without being devoured by these Egyptian vermin, fling in their Prisons, and sacrificed to pining, want, scorn reproach, poverty, and misery: this is the Image of this Apostatising State, and the Picture of their new Government.  
Now let us return to record the acts of King Noll, he hath always hated the true God, reviled and abandoned the Protestant Religion, hated the Church and all Discipline and Order therein; brought all Law, Justice, and Power, under the cruel restraint of the Sword, basely bertayed His late Majesty (of blessed memeory) into the Isle of Wight, where after he was tired out in a Treaty for the firm establishing of Peace and Concord in this Nation amongst His Subjects was wickedly by his Order removed to Hurst-Castle, and from thence to Windsor, and so to Saint Jamses where he was wickedly reviled, most illegally and cruelly murdered by Pilate Bradshaw, Judas Cook, Ananias Ask, and the rest of that Crew of blood-stucking Tyrants, Traitors, and Rebels, subborned and hired by him; and so against all former Declarations, Oaths, and Protestations, Leagues and Covenants, he hath betrayed his trust, and treasonably acted his bloody Design in the Name of the Commons of England, though not the twentieth part thereof were agreeing thereto; he hath traitorously put guards upon the Parliament, that ought not to be forced in the least; imprisoned forty at a time of the Members thereof, he hath at his sole disposing, the King's Manners, Courts, Parkes, Forests, Chases; Bishops, Deans, and Chapters Lands, the Kings, Queens, and Princes goods, and divides them amongst him and his heirs; and yet wracks by Excize, Assezment, powling and impoverishing the Common people: he hath traitorously changed that happy and ancient Government of King, Lords, and Commons; and hath now imposed upon them a Demorricall and Ararchicall Government, consisting of Thiefs, Knaves, and Fools; he hath enforced a new Engagement to be taken, To be true and faithful to the Commonwealth of England, as it now stands established.  
This Picture of these three; Knave Cromwell Fool Fairfax, and Beggarly Bradshaw, who now excercize all their Tyranny and Spleen over the Saints of the Most High, a virtuous King, a learned Clergy, a truehearted Nobility, a loyal Gentry, and a faithful Communality; and this is the sad Picture of our present Condition, drawn out to the life.  
Now let me draw you the Picture of England what it was; the Paradise of Europe, the Pattern of Piety, Beati Populi, a Blessed People; Where our King like the Sun in the Firmament, by his bright reins of Honour gave light to our prosperity, where the Queen like the Moon kept a just motion in her Orb and received her light from that Fountain of Justice her Loyall-hearted Spouse; Where their Progeny, as numerous as the Planets, kept their royal Station in this Earthly Heaven, where was no aspects of hatred of discord, but conjunction of Hearts, a Sextile of Virtues, a Qartile of Faith and Allegiance, a sacred Religion binding all, and no opposition nor evil influences in this blessed Fabric; here was Caput and Canda, the head and the body, Unity linked to Peace, Prosperity to Joy, Religion to Purity, Love to Obedience, Loyalty to Faith, and Charity to all; these walked hand in hand, tide together with that sacred band of Unity: no contradiction, jarring, hatred, malice, murder, pilling, nor powling by force of Arms; Trading was plentiful, the people were rich, Religion was exercised, the Law executed, every man knew his own sat under his own Vine and eat of the fruit that his own hands had planted, but now— I cannot write for passion: the Subject murders his Prince, the Son kills his Father, the Brother betrays his brother; blooshed, murder, rapine, hatred, malice and all uncharitableness, no man can believe his Neighbour, nothing but fraud, cozzenage, and devilishness exercised amongst the Children of Men; no true Honour nor Faith upon the Earth, but a mere Hell of all sorts of cruel Fiends, a Sodom of lust and uncleanness, a vale of misery, a seat of war, a Kingdom of cruelty, an Island of desolation, and in fine a confused Choas of all miseries; and this is the Picture of Nols' Kingdom, his Government established without King or House of Lords.  
O let every heroic Englishman look upon this Picture, and if a Democritus let him laugh to see what a King of Clouts we have set over us; and what fools, versalls, and slaves, we have made ourselves; and if the Reader be an Hiracletus, here is matter for weeping-work enough, even to a second deluge, poverty, anglish, grief, woe, and lamentation; but I believe all true hearts have drunk already a full Cup of Sorrows; therefore to conclude this Picture and finish this piece, it will not be amiss (in the midst of our grief) to make ourselves a little mirth, and drink a Health to King CHARLES the TWO, an a Cup of loyal Canary, singing over it this Catch following.  

The CATCH.  
A Health to King Charles saith Tom,  
away with't saith Ralph like a man,  
God bless him saith Moll and raise him saith Doll,  
and send him his own saith Nan:  
A pox take them all saith Bess,  
and a plague saith Margery,  
The Devil saith Dick, and his Dam saith Nick,  
and Amen, and Amen say we.    
FINIS.