Saint GEORGE, and the DRAGON, ANGLICE, MERCURIUS POETICUS:  
To the tune of, The Old Souldjour of the Queens, &c.  

NEws, News:— Here's the Occurrences: and a new Mercurius:  
A Dialogue betwixt Haslerig the baffled, a●d Arthur the Furious:  
With ireton's readings upon Legitimate and Spurious,  
Proving that a Saint may be the Son of a Whore; for the satisfaction of the Curious  
From a Rump insatiate as the Sea,  
Libera nos Domine.   

Here's the true reason of the city's infatuation:  
Ireton has made it Drunk with the Cup of Abomination:  
That is,— the Cup of the Whore, after the Geneva Interpretation:  
Which, with the J●yce of Titchbourn's Grapes, must needs, cause Intoxication.  
From a Rump, &c.   

Here's the Whipper whipped— by a Friend to George, that whipped Jack that whipped the Breech,  
That whipped the Nation, as long as it could stand over it:— After which  
It was itself rejerked, by the sage Author of this Speech:  
Methinks a Rump should go as well with a Scotch spur; as with a Switch.  
From a Rump, &c.   

This Rump hath many a Rotten and unruly Member:  
Give the general the Oath, cries one;— (but his Conscience being a little tender,)  
I'll Abjure you, with a horsepox, quoth George,— and make you remember  
The 'Leaventh of February, longer than the Fifth of November.  
From a Rump, &c.   

With that— Monk leaves (in a Rump assembled)— the Three Estates.  
But oh,— now the citizens hugged him for breaking down their Gates,  
For Tearing up their Posts, and chains, and for Clapping up their Mates,  
(When they saw, that he brought them Plasters for their broken Pates.)  
From a Rump, &c.   

In truth, this Rufle put the Town in great disorder;  
Some Knaves (in Office) smiled,— expecting 'twould go surder;  
But at the last— my Life on't, George is no Rumper,— said the Recorder:  
For there never was either Honest man, or Monk of that Order.  
From a Rump, &c.   

And so it proved, for Gentlemen, says the general, I'll make you amends:  
Our Greeting was a little untoward, but we'll part Friends,  
A little time shall show you which way my Design tends.  
And that, besides the good of Church and State, I have no other ends.  
From a Rump, &c.   

His Excellence had no sooner passed this Declaration and Promise,  
But in steps S●cretary Scot,— the Rump's man Thomas,  
With Luke, their lame Evangelist— (the devil keep 'em from us,)  
To show Monk what precious Members of Church and State the bum has.  
From a Rump, &c.   

And now comes the Supplication of the Members under the Rod,  
Nay, My Lord, (cries the brewer's Clerk)— good my Lord,— for the love of God,  
Consider yourself, us— and this poor Nation, and that Tyrant Abroad;  
Don't leave us,— but George gave him a shrug, instead of a Nod.  
From a Rump, &c.   

This mortal Silence was followed with a most hideous noise  
Of Free-Parliament Bells, and Rump confounding boys:  
Crying geld the Rogues, sing their tails,— when with a low voice,  
Fire and Sword, by this Light, cries Tom, let's look to our toys.  
From a Rump, &c.   

Never were wretched Members in so sad a Plight:  
Some were bryled,— some Toasted,— others Burnt outright.  
Nay, against Rumps, so Pittylesse was their Rage, and Spite,  
That not a Citizen would kiss his Wife that Night.  
From a Rump &c.   

By this time, Death, and Hell appeared in the ghastly Looks  
Of Scot, and Robinson; (those Legislative Rooks)  
And it must needs put the Rump most damnably off the Hooks,  
To see, that when God has sent meat, the devil should send Cooks.  
From a Rump, &c.   

But Providence, their old friend, brought these Saints off, at Last,  
And through the Pikes, and the Flames, undismembered they past,  
Although (God wot) with many strugglings, and much Hast.  
(For— Members,— or no Members, was but a measuring Cast)  
From a Rump, &c.   

Being come to Whitehall;— there's the dismal moan:  
Let Monk be damned, cries Arthur; in a terrible tone:  
That Traitor:— and those Cuckoldly Rogues that set him on.  
(But tho' the Knight Spits Blood, 'tis observed that he Draws none)  
From a Rump, &c.   

The Plague bawl you, cries Harry Martin, you have brought us to this condition▪  
You must be canting, and be poxed,— with your Barebone's Petition,  
And take in that Bull-headed, splay-footed Member of the Circumcision,  
That baconfaced Jew, Corbet: that son of Perdition.  
From a Rump, &c.   

Then in steps driu'ling Mounson, to take up the Squabble:  
That Lord; which first taught the use of the Wooden Dagger, and Ladle,  
He,— that out does Jack Pudding, at a Custard, or a Caudle:  
And were the Best Fool in Europe, but that he wants a Bauble.  
From a Rump, &c.   

More was said, to little Purpose: the next news, is— a Declaration  
From the Rump; for a Free-State, according to the Covenant of the Nation,  
And a Free-Parliament, under Oath, and Qualification,  
Where none shall be Elect, but Members of Reprobation.  
From a Rump, &c.   

Here's the tail firked; a Peice acted lately with great applause,  
With a Plea for the Prerogative Breech, and the Good Old Cause:  
Proving, that Rumps, and Members are ancienter than Laws:  
And that a Bumme Divided, is never the worse for the Flaws.  
From a Rump, &c.   

But all things have their Period, and Fate,  
An Act of Parliament dissolves a Rump of State:  
Members grow weak; and tails themselves run out of Date:  
And yet thou shalt not die; (dear Breech) thy Fame I'll celebrate.  
From a Rump, &c.   

Here lies a Pack of Saints, that did their souls, and Country Sell  
For Dirt; The devil was their good Lord; him they served well;  
By his Advice, they Stood, and Acted: and by his precedent they Fell,  
(Like Lucifer) making but one step betwixt Heaven, and Hell.  
From a Rump insatiate as the Sea.  
Liberasti nos Domine.    

LONDON: Printed for Thomas Scott one of the King's triers, and are to be sold by William Leadsome.