But (what’s more dreadful than the rest)
Those Rumps are but the tail o’ th’ Beast,
Set up by Popish engineers,
As by the crackers plainly appears; 1560
For none but Jesuits have a mission
To preach the faith with ammunition,
And propagate the Church with powder: 
Their founder was a blown-up Soldier. 
These spiritual pioneers o’ th’ Whore’s, 1565
That have the charge of all her stores,
Since first they fail’d in their designs,
To take in Heav’n by springing mines,
And with unanswerable barrels
Of gunpowder dispute their quarrels, 1570
Now take a course more practicable,
By laying trains to fire the rabble,
And blow us up in th’ open streets,
Disguis’d in Rumps, like Sambenites;
More like to ruin, and confound, 1575
Than all the doctrines under ground.

Nor have they chosen Rumps amiss
For symbols of State-mysteries;
Though some suppose ’twas but to shew
How much they scorn’d the Saints, the few; 1580
Who, ’cause they’re wasted to the stumps,
Are represented best by Rumps. 
But Jesuits have deeper reaches
In all their politick far-fetches,
And from the Coptick Priest, Kircherus, 1585
Found out this mystick way to jeer us. 
For, as th’

Egyptians us’d by bees
T’ express their antick PTOLOMIES;
And by their stings, the swords they wore,
Held forth authority and power; 1590
Because these subtil animals
Bear all their int’rests in their tails;
And when they’re once impar’d in that,
Are banish’d their well-order’d state;
They thought all governments were best 1595
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; 1600
With which, like vessels under sail,
They’re 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 1605
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, 1610
So in this mungrel state of ours;
The rabble are the supreme powers;
That hors’d us on their backs, to show us
A jadish trick at last, and throw us.

The learned Rabbins of the Jews 1615
Write there’s a bone, which they call leuz,
I’ th’ rump of man, of such a virtue,
No force in nature can do hurt to;
And therefore at the last great day,
All th’ other members shall, they say, 1620