A DESCRIPTION OF THE ROUND-HEAD AND RATTLE-HEAD. London Printed for J. Sweeting. 1642. THE ROUND-HEAD. 1. HIs flaxen hair, his damask rosy cheeks, His comely looks, unlike the surly Greeks, His Starlike eyes, grave forehead, lovely chin, Purtrayes the wisdom which abides within. 2. His hair cut round, he wears no Indian Lock, His heart is sound, he fears not strafford's Block: His milk-white actions do not seek the dark Like Malignants, who hid themselves at York. 3. God made heads round, what ever fellows prattle: More knave than fool, whose head is made a rattle: Round hath no corners, that is their hard hap, That wisest roundheads miss the Prelates Cap. 4. Truth is round dealing, it hath no crotchets, The foulest hearts lies under fairest Rochets: Celestial motion is of most perfection, Heaven and the Roundheads move by one direction. 5. Cambridge round Church skares the crosier Doctors, As much as freshmen fear the Bugbear Proctors. They prophesy that Church portends a loss, If that the fabric stand not like a Cross. 6. Let sons of harlots still grave Roundheads scorn, And such whose wives have furnished with a horn. Such daring language makes not Roundheads worse, His credits safe, the danger is his purse. 7. Where's Law, Jestice, Mercy to be sound? Not in the Rattle, but in the head that's round; He reads Luther, Calvin, Beza, Martyr, He preacheth duly, Rattle once a quarter. 8. He brings plate, coin, horse, and will stand his tackle, Though Harebrains bustle, all will prove a Rattle. Courage brave Round-head, and do thou not fear The swearing, roaring, whoring Cavalier. 9 Monopolies, Ship-money, Innovations rend, Did make us barren as the wild of Kent; That they are down, we do with one consent Thank the round dealing of the Parliament. 10. We may remember the brave round Cap Scots, Who helped much our noble Patriots, Their courage we'll record, whilst we remember, Eighty eight, or the fift of November. 11. Captains are Roundheads, whose brave examples, Have merited the garland to bewreath their temples: Kings Dukes, Emperors, this is their renown, To have their Round heads vested with a Crown. 12. Peace Momus dare no more the venture, To blame the circle where God sits in the Centre, For Round-head suits with Princes, wise men Peers, But Rattle suits with Priests, and nasty Cavaliers. THE RATTLE-HEAD. 1. THe Rattle first was composed at Rome, Where Cardinals, Jesuits, and Magicians come, When they determined that which now they hope To blast Religion and set up the Pope. 2. This Goblin foul was framed by Magic spell, Of brains of Loyala, Merlin, machivel, Copes, Crosses, Cringing, and such Romish Rites, He taught our Priests this garb of Jesuits. 3. Pryar Bacon's Art took in this head, chief place, That this is truth, behold his Brazen-face: Pandora and her Nymphs did so dispose, At learned Oxford he should leave his Nose. 4. And sure it was some Policy of State, To fix this relic on a College gate; A Pattern for the Cavaliers at York. That spoil their Coppernoses in the dark. 5. Part of their noses to the female kind, As pledges of their love, are left behind, It also shows that Scholars void of grace, Are like an ugly nose without a face. 5. This Negro's errand was by common fame, To raise war and dissension where he came, Distinctions, equivocations, and such things, They charge him rattle in the ears of Kings. 7. That they may neither hear, nor give consents To Votes or prayers of their Parliaments: 'Tis for their Honour, and portends their merits. To crush their people, and to break their spirits. 8. Rattle is never greatly at a loss, On plainest Laws to cast a Romish gloss: The wholesome Laws of God, and of the Land, Must mean no more than he doth understand. 9 For those fair reading Priests his Votes do pass, Who make our prayers but an English Mass: Round dealing Preachers, and their godly Lessons He doth attend, as Thiefs do Size and Sessions. 10. His plots were spoiled, his heart began to fail When new Oath and Canons could not prevail, His rotten Regiment among their pots, Still drink confusion to the honest Scots. 11. He gives them leave to rail and boast and swell, And swear God damn them nine miles deep in Hell: Such wretched Roisters God will sure discard; Unhappy Princes that have such a Guard. 12. The Westeren Indians fear the Rattle Snake, Whose venomous sting few do with life escape, Unless some Snake-weed there be near at hand, Which doth this poison mightily withstand. 13. In England lives the venomous Rattle-head, Whose charming tongue doth strike the Natives dead, If Antidote of health we'll not ressent, Applied us by the wiser Parliament. 14. The Lord of N. P. that brave Cavalier, Hulls sounding Canons made to fly for fear: In his great haste befell a dismal matter, Head fled the fire, and fell into the water. 15. Both he and others found to their great grief, That fire and water gave them small relief, Had not his chiefest friend then been his hair, His Caveleiers had surely left him there. 16. Don John of York 'gainst Roundheads make complaint, And blesseth Rattle as the only Saint; Good men the Prelate's curses many years Have had, but now they bless the Cavileeres. 17. Their Process, Censures, and the causeless curses, The common Picklock was of best men's purses; Their penniless blessings, if that they were true, Would set Heaven open to a Hellish crew. Upon the Roaring Cavalier. Bless us! why here's a thing as like a man, As Nature to our fancy fashion can. Beshrew me, but he has a pretty face, And wears his Rapier with indifferent grace. Makes a neat congee, dances well, and swears: And wears his Mistress pendant in his ears: Has a neat foot as ever kissed the ground, His shoes and roses cost at least five pound. Those hose have not a peer, for by relation, They're cut a month at least since the last fashion. He knows two Ladies that will vow there's none At Court, a man of parts, but he alone. And yet this sop, scarce ever learned to know The mixture of the disjoined Christ-cross row. Strip off his rags, and the poor thing is then The just contempt of understanding men. FINIS.