Saint GEORGE, and the DRAGON,
ANGLICE,
MERCURIUS POETICUS:
To the tune of, The Old Souldjour of the Queens, etc.
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NEws, News: --- Heres the Occurences: and a new Mercurius:
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A Dialogue betwixt Haslerigg the Bafled, a[n]d Arthur the Furious:
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With Iretons readings upon Legitimate and Spurious,
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Proving that a Saint may be the Son of a Whore; for the satisfaction of the Curious
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From a Rump insatiate as the Sea,
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Libera nos Domine.
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Heres the true reason of the Citties infatuation:
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Ireton has made it Drunk with the Cup of Abomination:
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That is, ----- the Cup of the Whore, after the Geneva Interpretation:
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Which, with the Juyce of Titchbourns Grapes, must needs, cause Intoxication.
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From a Rump, etc.
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Heres the Whipper whipt - by a Friend to George, that whippd Jack that whippd the Breech,
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That whippd the Nation, as long as it could stand over it: --- After which
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It was it selfe Re-jerkd, by the sage Author of this Speech:
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Methinks a Rump should go as well with a Scotch spur; as with a Switch.
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From a Rump, etc.
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This Rump hath many a Rotten and unruly Member:
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Give the Generall the Oath, cries one; ----- (but his Conscience being a little tender,
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Ill Abjure you, with a Horse-pox, quoth George, ----- and make you remember
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The Leaventh of February, longer than the Fifth of November.
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From a Rump, etc.
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With that --- Monk leaves (in a Rump assembled) --- the Three Estates.
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But oh, ----- how the Cittizens huggd him for breaking down their Gates,
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For Tearing up their Pots, and Chaines, and for Clapping up their Mates,
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(When they saw, that he brought them Plasters for their broken Pates.)
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From a Rump, etc.
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In truth, this Rufle put the Town in great disorder;
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Some Knaves (in Office) smild, --- expecting twould go furder;
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But at the last ---- my Life ont, George is no Rumper, -- said the Recorder:
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For there never was either Honest man, or Monk of that Order.
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From a Rump, etc.
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And so it provd, for Gentlemen, sayes the Generall, Ill make you amends:
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Our Greeting was a little untoward, but well part Friends,
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A little time shall shew you which way my Design tends.
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And that, besides the good of Church and State, I have no other ends.
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From a Rump, etc.
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His Excellence had no sooner passd this Declaration and Promise,
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But in steps Secretary Scot, ---- the Rumps man Thomas,
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With Luke, their lame Evangelist ----- (the Devill keep um from us,)
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To shew Monk what precious Members of Church and State the Bumm has.
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From a Rump, etc.
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And now comes the Supplication of the Members under the Rod,
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Nay, My Lord, (cryes the Brewers Clerk) -- good my Lord, -- for the love of God,
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Consider your selfe, us ---- and this poor Nation, and that Tyrant Abroad;
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Dont leave us, ---- but George gave him a Shrugg, instead of a Nod.
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From a Rump, etc.
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This mortall Silence was followed with a most hideous Noyse
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Of Free-Parliament Bells, and Rump confounding Boyes:
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Crying Gueld the Rogues, Singe their Tayles, --- when with a low Voyce,
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Fire and Sword, by this Light, cryes Tom, lets look to our Toyes.
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From a Rump, etc.
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Never were wretched Members in so sad a Plight:
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Some were Bryld, ----- some Toasted, ----- others Burnt out-right.
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Nay, against Rumps, so Pittylesse was their Rage, and Spite,
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That not a Citizen would kisse his Wife that Night.
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From a Rump, etc.
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By this time, Death, and Hell appeard in the ghastly Looks
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Of Scot, and Robinson; (those Legislative Rooks)
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And it must needs put the Rump most damnably off the Hooks,
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To see, that when God has sent meat, the Devill should send Cooks.
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From a Rump, etc.
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But Providence, their old friend, brought these Saints off, at Last,
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And through the Pikes, and the Flames, un-dis-membred they past,
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Although (God wot) with many struglings, and much Hast.
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(For ---- Members, ----- or no Members, was but a measuring Cast)
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From a Rump, etc.
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Being come to Whitehall; ----- theres the dismall mone:
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Let Monk be damnd, cryes Arthur; in a Terible tone:
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That Traitor: ----- and those Cuckoldly Rogues that set him on.
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(But tho the Knight Spits Blood, tis observd that he Draws none)
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From a Rump, etc.
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The Plague Bawle you, cryes Harry Martin, you have brought us to this condition
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You must be canting, and be Poxd, ----- with your Bare-bones Petition,
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And take in that Bull-headed, splay-footed Member of the Circumcision,
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That Bacon-facd Jew, Corbet: that son of Perdition.
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From a Rump, etc.
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Then in steps Drivling Mounson, to take up the Squabble:
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That Lord; which first taught the use of the Wooden Dagger, and Ladle,
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He, ---- that out does Jack Pudding, at a Custard, or a Caudle:
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And were the Best Fool in Europe, but that he wants a Bauble.
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From a Rump, etc.
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More was said, to little Purpose: the next news, is ----- a Declaration
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From the Rump; for a Free State, according to the Covenant of the Nation,
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And a Free-Parliament, under Oath, and Qualification,
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Where none shall be Elect, but Members of Reprobation.
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From a Rump, etc.
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Heres the Taile Firkt; a Peice acted lately with great applause,
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With a Plea for the Prerogative Breech, and the Good Old Cause:
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Proving, that Rumps, and Members are antienter than Laws:
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And that a Bumme Divided, is never the worse for the Flaws.
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From a Rump, etc.
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But all things have their Period, and Fate,
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An Act of Parliament dissolves a Rump of State:
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Members grow weake; and Tayles themselves run out of Date:
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And yet thou shalt not dye; (Deare Breech) thy Fame Ill celebrate.
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From a Rump, etc.
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Here lyes a Pack of Saints, that did their Soules, and Country Sell
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For Dirt; The Devill was their good Lord; him they servd well;
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By his Advice, they Stood, and Acted: and by his President they Fell,
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(Like Lucifer) making but one step betwixt Heaven, and Hell.
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From a Rump insatiate as the Sea.
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Liberasti nos Domine.
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