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.

CANTO III.

The ARGUMENT.

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.

W

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: