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
Haslerigg the
Bafled, a
[...]d
Arthur the
Furious:
With
Iretons 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
Citties infatuation:
Ireton ha's 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 whipt — by a Friend to
George, that whipp'd
Jack that whipp'd the
Breech,
That whipp'd the
Nation, as long as it could stand over it:—After which
It was it selfe
Re-jerk'd, 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
Generall the
Oath, cries one;—(but his Conscience being a little
tender,)
I'll
Abjure you, with a Horse-pox, 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
Cittizens hugg'd him for
breaking down their
Gates,
For
Tearing up their Posts, and
Chaines, 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) smil'd,—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 prov'd, for
Gentlemen, sayes the Generall, I'll make you amends:
Our
Greeting was a little
untoward, but we'll
part Friends,
A little time shall shew 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 pass'd this
Declaration and
Promise,
But in steps
S
[...]cretary Scot,—
the Rump's man Thomas,
With
Luke, their lame Evangelist—(the Devill keep 'um from us,)
To shew
Monk what precious Members of Church and State the Bumm ha's.
From a Rump, &c.
And now comes the
Supplication of the Members under the
Rod,
Nay,
My Lord, (cryes the Brewers Clerk)—good my Lord,—for the love of God,
Consider
your selfe, us—and this poor
Nation, and that
Tyrant Abroad;
Don't leave us,—but
George gave him a
Shrugg, instead of a
Nod.
From a Rump, &c.
This mortall
Silence was followed with a most hideous
Noyse
Of
Free-Parliament Bells, and
Rump confounding Boyes:
Crying
Gueld the
Rogues, Singe their
Tayles,—when with a low Voyce,
Fire and Sword, by this Light, cryes
Tom, let's look to our
Toyes.
From a Rump, &c.
Never were wretched
Members in so sad a Plight:
Some were
Bryl'd,—some
Toasted,—others
Burnt out-right.
Nay, against
Rumps, so
Pittylesse was their
Rage, and
Spite,
That
not a Citizen would kisse his Wife that Night.
From a Rump &c.
By this time,
Death, and
Hell appear'd 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 Devill 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, un-dis-membred they past,
Although (God wot) with many
struglings, and much
Hast.
(For—
Members,—or
no Members, was but a measuring Cast)
From a Rump, &c.
Being come to
Whitehall;—there's the dismall mone:
Let Monk be damn'd, cryes
Arthur; in a Terible tone:
That
Traitor:—
and those Cuckoldly Rogues that set him on.
(But tho' the Knight
Spits Blood, 'tis observ'd that he
Draws none)
From a Rump, &c.
The Plague Bawle you, cryes
Harry Martin, you have brought us to this condition▪
You must be canting, and be Pox'd,—with your
Bare-bones Petition,
And take in that
Bull-headed, splay-footed Member of the Circumcision,
That Bacon-fac'd Jew, Corbet: that son of Perdition.
From a Rump, &c.
Then in steps
Driv'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
Taile Firk't; 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 antienter 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
weake; and
Tayles themselves run out of Date:
And yet thou shalt not dye; (
Deare Breech) thy
Fame I'll celebrate.
From a Rump, &c.
Here lyes a Pack of Saints, that did their
Soules, and
Country Sell
For
Dirt; The Devill was their good Lord; him they serv'd well;
By his
Advice, they
Stood, and
Acted: and by his
President they
Fell,
(Like
Lucifer) making but
one step betwixt
Heaven, and
Hell.
From a Rump insatiate as the Sea.
Liberasti nos Domine.