Saint George, and the dragon, Anglice, Mercurius Poeticus: to the tune of, The old souldjour of the Queen, &c.

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.