How much they scorn'd the Saints, The Few; Who, 'cause th'are wasted to the Stumps, Are represented best by Rumps. But Jesuites have deeper Reaches In all their Politick Far-fetches: And from their Coptick Priest, Kirkerus, Found out this Mystick way to jear us.
For, as the Egyptians us'd, by Bees, T'express their Antick Ptolomies; And by their Stings, the Swords they wore, Held forth Authority and Pow'r : Because these subtil Animals
Bear all their Int'rests in their Tails; And when th'are once impair'd in that, Are banish'd their Well-order'd State : They thought, all Governments were best, By Hieroglyphick Rumps, exprest.
For, as in Bodies Natural,
The Rump's the Fundament of all; So, in a Commonwealth, or Realm, The Government is call'd the Helm: With which, like Vessels under Sail, Th'are turn'd and winded by the Tail. The Tail, which Birds and Fishes steer Their Courses with, through Sea and Air; To whom the Rudder of the Rump is The same thing With the Stern and Compass. This shews, how perfectly the Rump And Commonwealth in Nature jump. For, as a Fly, that goes to Bed, Rests with his Tail above his Head; So in this Mungril State of ours, The Rabble are the Supreme Powers. That Hors'd us on their Backs to show us
A Fadish trick at last, and throw us.
The Learned Rabbins of the Jews
Write, there's a Bone, which they call Luez,
I'th' Rump of Man, of such a Vertue, No force in Nature can do hurt to; And therefore, at the last Great Day, All th' other Members shall, they say, Spring out of this, as from a Seed, All sorts of Vegetals proceed: From whence, the Learned Sons of Art, Os Sacrum, justly stile that part.
Then what can better represent, Than this Rump-bone, the Parliament? That after several rude Ejections, And as prodigious Resurrections; With new Reversions of nine Lives, Starts up, and, like a Cat, revives?
But now, alas, th'are all expir'd, And th' House, as well as Members, fir'd; Consum'd in Kennels, by the Rout, With which they other Fires put out: Condemn'd t'ungoverning Distress, And Paultry, Private Wretchedness: Worse than the Devil to Privation, Beyond all hopes of Restauration ; And parted like the Body and Soul, From all Dominion and Controul.
We, who could lately, with a Look, Enact, Establish, or Revoke ; Whose Arbitrary Nods gave Law, And Frowns kept multitudes in Awe: Before the Bluster of whose Huff, All Hats, as in a Storm, flew off. Ador'd and bow'd to, by the Great, Down to the Foot-man, and Valet. Had more bent Knees than Chappel-Mats, And Prayers, than the Crowns of Hats; Shall now be scorn'd as wretchedly, For Ruin's just as low as high; Which might be suffer'd, were it all
The Horrour, that attends our Fall: For, some of us have Scores more large Than Heads and Quarters can discharge. And others who, by restless scraping, With Publick Frauds, and Private Rapine; Have mighty Heaps of Wealth amass'd, Would gladly lay down all at last: And to be but undone, Entail Their Vessels on perpetual Jail;
And bless the Devil to let them Farms Of forfeit Souls, on no worse Terms.
This said, A near and louder Shout Put all th' Assembly to the Rout: Who now begun t'out-run their fear, As Horses do, from those that bear: But crouded on, with so much haste, Until th' had block'd the Passage fast; And Barricadoed it with Haunches
Of Outward Men, and Bulks, and Paunches: That with their shoulders strove to squeeze, And rather save a Cripled piece
Of all their crush'd and broken Members, Than have them Grillied on the Embers: Still pressing on with heavy Packs, Of one another, on their Backs : The Van-Guard could no longer bear The Charges of the Forlorn Rere; But born down head-long by the Rout, Were trampled sorely under Foot. Yet nothing prov'd so formidable, As the horrid Cookery of the Rabble: And Fear that keeps all Feeling out, As lesser Pains are, by the Gout, Reliev'd'em with a fresh Supply Of rallied Force, enough to fly; And beat a Tuscan Running Horse, Whose Jocky-Rider is all Spurs.
The Knight and Squire's Prodigious Flight, To quit th' Inchanted Bow'r by Night: He plods to turn his Amorous Suit T'a Plea in Law, and prosecute : Repairs to Counsel, to advise 'Bout managing the Enterprize: But first resolves to try by Letter, And once more, fair Address, to get her.
Ho would believe what strange Bugbears Mankind creates it self, of Fears?
That spring like Fern, that Insect Weed, Equivocally, without Seed;
And have no possible Foundation,
But merely in th'Imagination:
And yet can do more dreadful Feats,
Than Hags, with all their Imps and Teats: Make more bewitch and haunt themselves, Than all their Nurseries of Elves. For fear does things so like a Witch,
'Tis hard t'unriddle which is which. Sets up Communities of Senses, To chop and change Intelligences : As Rosi-crusian Virtuoso's,
Can see with Ears, and hear with Noses: And when they neither see nor hear, Have more than both suppli'd by Fear; That makes 'em in the dark see Visions,
And hag themselves with Apparitions: And when their Eyes discover least, Discern the subt'lest Objects best. Do things not contrary alone
To th'Course of Nature, but its own: The Courage of the Bravest daunt, And turn Pultroons as valiant ; For Men as resolute appear
With too much, as too little Fear. And when th'are out of hopes of flying, Will run away from Death by dying: Or turn again to stand it out, And those they fled, like Lions Rout. This Hudibras had prov'd too true, Who, by the Furies, left Perdue: And haunted with Detachments, sent From Marshal-Legion's Regiment; Was by a Fiend, as counterfeit, Reliev'd and Rescu'd with a Cheat: When nothing but himself and fear Was both the Imps and Conjurer: As by the Rules o'th' Virtuosi, It follows in due Form of Posie.
Disguis'd in all the Masks of Night, We left our Champion on his flight: At Blind-Man's-Buff, to grope his way, In equal fear, of Night and Day: Who took his dark and desp'rate Course, He knew no better than his Horse; And by an unknown Devil led, (He knew as little whether) fled. He never was in greater need, Nor less Capacity of Speed: Disabled both in Man and Beast, To fly, and run away, his best; To keep the Enemy, and Fear, From equal falling on his Rere.
And though with Kicks and bangs he ply'd The further, and the nearer side:
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