The Breech Wash'd By a Friend to the RUMP.
IN an humor of late I was
Ycleped a
dolefull dump.
Thought I — we're at a fine passe;
Not a man stands up for the
Rump:
But lets it be
lash'd o'r and o'r.
While it lies like a senselesse Fop—.
'T would make a
man, a
Whore,
To see a
Tail tew'd like a Top.
Though a Rump
be a dangerous Bit,
And many a Knave runs mad ont't,
Yet verily as it may hit,
An honest man may be glad on't.
To abuse a poor,
Blind Creature —
I had like to have said, and a
Dumb;
But now it ha's gotten a
Speaker,
And
Say is the
Mouth of the Bum,
When
Besse rul'd the Land there was no man
Complain'd, and yet now they
Rail:
I beseech you
what differs a woman
[...] From a thing that's all Tongue, and Tail?
Though a Rump,
&c.
The
Charter we've sworn to defend,
And
propagate the Cause.
What call you those of the
Rump-end
But
Fundamental Laws?
The
Case is as clear as the Day,
There had been no Reformation,
If the
Rump had not claw'd it away,
You had had no Propagation,
Tho' a Rump, &c.
As a
Body's the better for a
Purge,
Tho' the
Guts may be troubled with Grip
[...]s:
So the
Nation will mend with a
Scourge,
Tho' the
Tayl may be sick of the
Stripes.
Ill
Humors to conve
[...]gh,
When the
State hath taken a
Loosnesse,
[...]
(Who can hold what will away?)
The Rump must doe the Bus'nesse.
Tho' a Rump, &c.
The
bold Cavalier, in the Field,
That laughs at your
Sword, and
Gunshot,
An
Ordinance makes him to
yield,
And he's glad to turn Tayl to
Bum-shot.
Old Oliver was a Teazer,
And waged warr with the
Stump;
But
Alexander, and
Caesar
Did both
submit to the
Rump.
Tho' a Rump, &c.
Let no man be further misled
By an Errour, past Debate.
For
Sedgwick has prov'd it the
Head,
At well of the
Church as the
State;
onest Hugh; that still turnes up the
Tippets,
When he
Kneels to
Administer;
Sayes — a Rump, with
Skippons sippets,
Is a Dish for a
Holy Sister,
Tho' a Rump, &c.
Through
Pr
[...]de of
Flesh, or
State
Poor Souls are overthrown:
How happy then is our Fate?
Wee've a Rump to take us down,
In matter's of
[...] 'tis true,
[...] Some Differings
[...] may
But give the
Saints their due,
In the Rump they all agree.
Tho' a Rump, &c.
'Tis good at
Bed, and at
Bord;
It gives us
Pleasure and
Ease,
Will you have the rest in a word?
'Tis good for the new disease,
(The Tumult of the Guts;)
'Tis a Recipe for the
Kings Evil,
Wash the Members as sweet as Nuts,
And then throw them all to the Devil.
Though a Rump
be a dangerous Bit,
And many a Knave runs mad on't,
Yet, verily, as it may hit,
An honest man may be glad on't.
Printed at Oxford for Carolus Gustavus.