A Than begat Zimri, Zimri begat Corah, Corah begat Da­than, Dathan begat Abiram, Abiram begat Shimei, Sihm­ei begat Achitophel of Jezebell, Achitophel begat Absolom, Ab­solom begat Athaliah, of Athaliah was borne Iudas that be­trayed Christ, Iudas begat Pilate, Pilate, begat Arius, Arius [Page 4] begat Iulian, Iulian begat Nero, Nero begat Catalin, Cata­line begat Luther, Luther begat Rivilax, Rivilax begat Igna­tius Loyolla, the father of the Jesuits, Ignatius begat Faux, Faux begat Fairfax and Cromwell, who betrayed and murther­ed their King.

For his Nativity he was borne about Huntington, educated in the Schoole of Rebelion; afterwards was stocked by his Vncle (whom he since plundered) with 500 li. to set him up, which by his debost life he soone run out; for his Trade, hee brewed small Beere in the Isle of Ely, which after he had got­ten seven Wenches with Child (and was named the Town Bull of Ely) he broake, couzened his Creditors, lived by his shifts, (which were more then were good) since which time, by reason of his Sonnes poysoning his Master (an Vsurer 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 onely Ruler of Princes: made Lord Governour of Ireland, Duke of Distraction, Marquis of Mar-trade, Lord Controuler of Con­sciences, chiefe Peere of Persecution, and grand Resident a­mong the Tyrants at Westminster, nine times a perjured Re­bell, that stricke his brest, out face God and dissemble with Men, in mischiefe out of Machiavell, in treachery his fore­fathers Iudas, he was an Hypocrite borne, lived all his life hi­therto a Knave, his good qualities innumerable, his best condi­tions (save those of rebelion and murder) as inconstant as the Wind, he can die his intentions into more colours then the Camelion, his mercy is cruelty, his lust his God, his Religion Rebellion, his faith is Falsery, innocent blood his best sacrifice; Will to cleare his fraud call God and men to witnesse, his mur­ther and perjury professing to be what he is not, will (like a right Hypocrite) justifie his protended innocence to your face, yet hug himselfe in his deepe plots to ruine you, as hee hath done the rest of the Kingdome; abolished the true Religion, made null the Law of England, killed his King, disinherited his Royall Issue, jugguled and packed together a set of the most notorious knowne Knaves and Tyrants as ever were to rule and wrack the Common people.

[Page 5]Now they have put out legall Taxes and Assezments for Sir Thomas and his Kennell of Blood-Hounds, who with our Mo­nies feast before our faces with Sturgeon, Cavarre, Pheasants, Partridges, Turkies, &c. swagger with whom they please, and rebel in all voluptuousnesse and epicurisme, riotousnesse and excesse; Whilst the poore Tradsmen are undone, and lies idle for want of imployment, his Family hunger-starven, the Com­mittee-men and Sequestrators laughs, the Widow and Father­lesse cryes, pynes, 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, Murther, Plun­der, Equivocation, Lyes, Perjury, Treachery, Tyrany; 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 wee must pay what our Egiptian Task-masters lay upon us; or have our goods seized on and forcibly carried out or our Houses, and sold before our faces by their cruell Officers; Our Wives, Children, and Servants, abused, nay, threatned upon the least Resistance to kill, slay, and murther them, and this is all th Li­berty we poore Wretches yet enjoy from our New Keepers, after all our Warre and Sweat, that we cannot keepe a penny in our purses, nor a good Conscience in our Vocations without being devoured by these Egiptian vermin, flung in their Pri­sons, and sacrificed to pining, want, scorne reproach, poverty, and misery: this is the Image of this Apostatizing State, and the Picture of their new Government.

Now let us returne to record the acts of King Noll, he hath alwayes 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 cruell restraint of the Sword, basely bertayed His late Majesty (of blessed memeory) into the Isle of VVight, where after he was tyred out in a Treatie for the firme establishing of Peace and Concord in this Nation amongst His Subjects was wickedly by his Order removed to Hurst-Castle, and from thence to VVin­sor, and so to Saint Jamses where hee was wickedly reviled, most illegally and cruelly murthered by Pilate Bradshaw, Ju­das [Page 6] Cooke, Ananias Aske, and the rest of that Crew of blood-stucking Tyrants, Traytors, 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 Designe in the Name of the Commons of England, though not the twentieth part thereof were agreeing thereto; he hath trayterously 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 Kings Manners, Courts, Parkes, Forrests, Cha­ses; Bishops, Deanes, 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: hee hath traiterously changed that happy and ancient Government of King, Lords, and Com­mons; and hath now imposed upon them a Demorricall and Ararchicall Government, consisting of Thieves, Knaves, and Fooles; he hath enforced a new Engagement to be taken, To be true and faithfull to the Common-wealth of England, as it now stands established.

This Picture of these three; Knave Cromwel Foole Fairfax, and Beggerly Bradshaw, who now excercize all their Tyranny and Spleen over the Saints of the Most High, a vertuous King, a learned Clergy, a true-hearted Nobility, a loyall Gentry, and a faithfull Communalty; and this is the sad Picture of our present Condition, drawn out to the life.

Now let me draw you the Pict [...]re of England what it was; the Paradice of Europe, the Patterne of Piety, Beati Populi, a Blessed People; Where our King like the Sun in the Firma­ment, by his bright raines of Honour gave light to our prospe­rity, where the Queen like the Moon keept a just motion in her Orb and received her light from that Fountaine of Justice her Loyall-hearted Spouse; Where their Progeny, as numerous as the Planets, kept their royall Station in this Earthly Heaven, where was no aspects of hatred of discord, but conjunctio [...] of Hearts, a Sextile of Vertues, a Qartile of Faith and Alegiance, a sacred Religion binding all, and no opposition nor evill influ­ences in this blest Fabrick; here was Caput and Canda, the head and the body, Unity lincked to Peace, Prosperity to Joy, Reli­gion to Purity, Love to Obedience, Loyalty to Faith, and Cha­rity [Page 8] to all; these walked hand in hand, tyd together with that sacred band of Ʋnitie: no contradiction, jarring, hatred, malice, murther, pilling, nor powling by force of Armes; Trading was plentifull, the people were rich, Religion was exercis'd, the Law executed, every man knew his own sat under his own Vine and eate 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 betrayes his brother; blooshed, murther, rapine, hatred, malice and all uncharitablenesse, no man can beleeve his Neighbour, nothing but fraud, cozzenage, and devilishnesse exercised amongst the Children of Men; no true Honour nor Faith upon the Earth, but a meere Hell of all sorts of cruell Fiends, a Sodom of lust and uncleannesse, a vale of mi­sery, a seat of war, a Kingdome of cruelty, an Island of desolati­on, and in fine a confused Choas of all miseries; and this is the Picture of Nols Kingdome, his Government established with­out King or House of Lords.

O let every heroick English-man looke 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 our selves; and if the Reader be an Hiracletus, here is matter for weeping-work enough, even to a second deluge, po­verty, anglish, griefe, woe, and lamentation; but I believe all true hearts have drunke already a full Cup of Sorrows; therefore to conclude this Picture and finish this piece, it will not be amisse (in the midst of our griefe) to make our selves a little mirth, and drinke a Health to King CHARLES the II, an a Cup of loy­all Cannary, singing over it this Catch following.