The most renowned Prince Rupert. Printed exactly to the authour's originals.

The most Renowned PRINCE RUPERT .

Printed Exactly to the Author 's Original .

O That I could but Vote my self a Poet ! Or had the Legislative knack to do it ! Or like the Doctors Militant , could get Dub'd at adventure Verser Banneret ! Or had I Cacus trick , to make my Rhimes Their own Antipodes , and track the Times . Faces about , says the Remonstrant spirit ; Allegiance is Malignant , Treason Merit : Huntington-colt , that pos'd the sage Recorder , Might be a Sturgeon now , and pass by Order . Had I but — 's gift , ( that splay-mouth'd brother ) That declares one way , and yet means another : Could I but write asquint ; then ( Sir ) long since , You had been sung , A great and glorious Prince : I had observ'd the language of the days ; Blasphem'd you , and then periwig'd the phrase With Humble service , and such other Fustian , Bells which ring backward in this great combustion : I had revil'd you , and without offence Te Literal , and Equitable sence Would make it good : when all fails that will do 't , ( Sure that Distinction cleft the Devils foot ) This were my Dialect , would your Highness please To read me but with Hebrew Spectacles ; Interpret counter , what is cross rehears'd : Libels are Commendations when revers'd . But you 're inchanted , Sir , you 're doubly free From the great Guns and Squibbing Poety ; Whom neither Bilbo nor Invention pierces , Proof ev'n against th' Artillery of Verses . Strange ! that the Muses cannot wound your Mail ; If not their Art , yet let their Sex prevail . At that known Leaguer where the bonny Besses Supply'd the Bowstrings with their twisted Tresses , Your Spells could ne'r have fenc'd you , ev'ry Arrow Had lanc'd your noble brest , and drunk the marrow : For Beauty , like white Powder , makes no noise ; And yet the silent Hypocrite destroys , Then use those Nunns of Helicon with pity , Lest Wh— tell his Gossips of the City , That you kill Women too , nay Maids , and such Their General want's Militia to touch . Impotent E — , is it not a shame Our Commonwealth , like to a Turkish Dame , Should have an Eunuch Guardian ? May she be Ravish'd by Charles , rather then sav'd by thee . But why , my Muse , like a Green-sickness-Girl , Feedst thou on coals and dirt ? a Gelding Earl Gives no more relish to thy female pallat , Than to that Ass did once the Thistle-sallat . Then quit that barren Theme , and all at once Thou and thy sisters , like bright Amazons , Give Rupert an Alarum . Rupert ! one Whose Name is Wit's Superfoetation : Makes Fancy , like Eternity's round womb , Unite all Valour , present , past , to come , He , who the old Philos●ohy controuls , That voted down plurality of souls : He breaths a Grand Committee ; all that were The wonders of their Age , constellate here . And as the elder Sister Grow●… and Sence ( Souls paramount themselves ) in Man commence But faculty of Reasons Queen , no more Are they to him , who were compleat before , Ingredients of his Vertue . Thread the Beads of Caesar's acts , great Pompey's , and the Swede's : And 't is a Bracelet fit for Rupert's hand , By which that vast Triumvirate is span'd . Here , here is Palmistry ; here you may read How long the world shall live , and when 't shall bleed ! Whatever Man windes up , that Rupert hath ; For Nature rais'd him on the Publike faith ; Pandora's brother , to make up whose store , The gods were fain to run upon the score . Such was the Painters Brieve for Venus's face , Item , an eye from Jane , a lip from Grace . Let Isaac and his Citts slay off the plate That tips their Antlers for the Calf of State ; Let the zeal-twanging nose that wants a ridge , Snuffling devoutly , drop his silver bridge : Yes , and the Gossip-spoon augment the sum , Although poor Caleb lose his Christendom : Rupert outweighs that in his Sterling self , Which their s elf-want pays in commuting pelf , Pardon , great Sir ; for that ignoble Crew Gains , when made Bankrupt in the Scales with you . As he who in his Character of Light Stil'd it God's shadow , made it far more bright By an Eclipse so glorious ; light being dim , And a dead nothing , when compar'd to him : So 't is Illustrious to be Rupert's foil , And a just Trophy to be made his spoil . I 'll pin my faith on the Diurnal's sleeve Hereafter , and the Guild-Hall-Creed believe ; The Conquests which the Common Council hears With their wide-listening mouth from greatest Peers That ran away in triumph : such a foe Can make them Victors in their overthrow , Where Providence and Valour meet in one , Courage so pois'd with Circumspection , That he revives the quarrel once again , Of the Souls throne , whether in Heart or Brain ; And leaves it a drawn Match : whose fervor can Hatch him , whom Nature poach'd but half a man , His Trumpet , like the Angel's at the last , Makes the soul rise by a miraculous blast . 'T was the mount Atho● carv'd i' th' shape of Man , ( As 't was defin'd by th' Macedonian ) Whose right hand should a populous Land contain ; The left should be a Chanel to the Main : His Spirit might inform th' amphibious figure , Yet strait-lac'd sweats for a Dominion bigger : The terrour of whose Name can out of seven ( Like Falstaff's Buckram men ) make flie eleven , Thus some grow rich by breaking : Vipers thus , By being slain , are made more numerous . No wonder they 'll confess no loss of men ; For Rupert knocks 'em , till they gig agen . They fear the Giblets of his Train ; they fear Even his Dog , that four-legg'd Cavalier . He that devours the scraps which Lunsford makes , Whose Picture feeds upon a childe in Steaks : Who , name but Charles , he comes aloft for Him , But holds up his Malignant leg at Pym : 'Gainst whom th 'ave several Articles in Souse , First , that he barks against the sense o'th'House ; Resolv'd Delinquent , to the Tower straight ; Either to th' Lions , or the Bishops grate : Next , for his Ceremonious wag o'th'tail ; But there the Sisterhood will be his Bail ; At least the Countess will , Lusts Amsterdam , That lets in all Religions of the Game . Thirdly , he smells Intelligence , that 's better , And cheaper too , then Pym's from his own Letter , Who 's doubly paid ( Fortune , or We the blinder ? ) For making Plots , and then for Fox the finder . Lastly , he is a Devil , without doubt ; For when he would lie down , he wheels about ; Makes Circles , and is couchant in a Ring : And therefore score up one for Conjuring . What canst thou say , thou wretch ? O quarter , quarter ! I 'm but an Instrument , a meer Sir Arthur : If I must hang , O let not our fates vary , Whose office 't is alike to fetch and carry . No hopes of a Reprieve ; the mutinous stir That strung the Jesuite , will dispatch a Cur. Were I a devil , as the Rebel fears , I see the House would try me by my Peers . There Jowler , there ! ah Jowler ! ' st , 't is nought ; Whatere th' accusers cry , they 're at a fault : And Glyn and Maynard have no more to say , Then when the glorious Strafford stood at Bay . Thus Labels but annext to him , we see Enjoy a Copie-hold of Victory . St. Peter's shadow heal'd ; Rupert is such , 'T would finde St. Peter work , yet wound as much ; He gags their Guns , defeats their dire intent ; The Cannons do but lisp and complement . Sure Jove descended in a Leaden shower To get this Perseus , hence the fatal power Of Shot is strangled : Bullets thus ally'd , Fear to commit an act of Parricide . Go on , brave Prince , and make the world confess Thou art the greater world , and that the less : Scatter th' accumulative King , untruss That fivefold Fiend , the States Smectymnuus ; Who place Religion in their Vellam-ears , As in their Phylacters the Jews did theirs . England's a Paradise , ( and a modest word ) Since guarded by a Cherubs flaming sword . Your Name can scare an Atheist to his Prayers , And cure the Chin-cough better then the Bears : Old Sibyl charms the Tooth-ach with you : Nurse Makes you still children ; and the pond'rous Curse The Clowns salute with , is deriv'd from you , ( Now Rupert take thee , Rogue , how dost thou do ? ) In fine , the Name of Rupert thunders so , K—'s but a rumbling Wheel-barrow . FINIS .