THE RESOLUTION OF THE ROUNDHEADS: BEING A ZEALOVS DECLARATION OF THE GRIEVANCES WHEREWITH THEIR LITTLE WITS ARE CONSUMED TO DESTRVCTION.  
AND What things they( in their wisdom yet left them) conceive fit to be reformed.  
LONDON, Printed, Anno Domini, 1642.   

The roundheads Resolution.  
WHereas we are through our great Ignorance and obstinancy grown to a most seditious and malignant head, and the horns of that head( though of a main length) not able to support our arrogant faction, as appears by our last being soundly slashed and bastinadoed by a mad crew called the cavalry; and whereas a great part of us have shut up our Shops because we could no longer keep them open, which kind of shutting up proceedeth, commonly, from our vast expense in White-Broaths, Custards and other luxurious Dishes provided for the Edification one of another. And whereas the Multitude, called true Protestants, endeavour to hold up Bishops to maintain good Order, Discipline and Orthodox Preaching in the Church; Learning and Arts in the Universities, and peace in the Common wealth; all which is nothing but Idolatry, Superstition, profaneness, and plain Popery: and further, whereas we( who are nothing properly but roundheads and Prickeares) are in most scandalous manner termed Puritans, Holy Brethren, the Zealots of the Land, and which in sincerity we never were, or ever will be.  
And forasmuch likewise, as the profane world of true Protestants are a stiffnecked Generation, and will not yield unto us the pre-eminence of Doctrine and Religion, notwithstanding the many senseless two houres of those spiritual Trumpets of our faction the sanctified clergy Lecturers or of their more Divine Lectures or of their supreme Shee-Lecturers, whose bowels do even earn for the getting in of the Saints unto them and have as it were even a zealous lusting after them.  
And for as much as the Religion professed by us is the purest and most decent, as appears by the great love and comunity betwixt the brethren and the Sisters, the conveniency of the woods, Saw-pitts and dark places, the putting out lights and defying of those Tapers of iniquity, which cause us to behold our own wicked deeds, the goodly bigness of the ear, with the shortness of the hair, which hindereth not the sound of the shepherds voice, but easily heareth him call to a great Feast amongst the rich Saints the length & sharpness of the nose which not onely smelleth the sweet savours of the holy Plum-broath but also promiseth an eager apitite to some good work towards the younger Sisters, the roundness of the ruff the length of the doublet and the shortness of the Breaches, being a habit correspondent to the Pictures of the Apostles in the Geneva print, the mightiness of our faith which is able to remove a Church into a Wood, the transparency of our charity that is so invisible that neither the right hand nor the left did ever know it, the multitude of our good works which no man living can number, the godly works of our tautologicall prayers and the zeal thereof, which brings us even to divine consumption, whereby we look like the prodigal Son at his return home, or the Priests in the Arras, the defying of all Fathers, Bishops, and Doctors, conformable Persons, canonical Robes, ecclesiastical Gestures and utensils, all Learning, liberal Arts and degrees, as the rags of superstition, the dregs of Popery are obhominable in the goggle eyes of a right Roundhead; and yet this simplo innocent profession is scorned and baffiled, and by whom? but by Schollers, and such as profess Learning, which is no more necessary to Religion, then a public Church( which verily) is but a den of thieves, when we are absent.  
All which grievances do stand with much reason, and therefore are utterly against our tender Consciences, and never were allowed by any Synod of More-field● or Pimlico.  
That therefore which we do now resolve to maintains and desire to have confirmed, and never to be altered( till some new toy tickle us in the Pericranium, which will be very shortly) is,  
1 That our Religion, Tenants, and manors before mentioned be established and maintained against all Reason, Learning, Divinity, Order, Discipline, Morality, Piety, or Humanity whatsoever.  
2 That the very name of Bishops, shall be a sufficient Jury and Judge, to condemn any of them, without any further Evidence or Circumstance.  
3 That if any man whatsoever having knowledge in the latin Tungue( being a Popish Language) shall presume to think he can save a soul by Preaching, he be excommunicated both in this World and in the World to come; unless it be some certain Lecturers of whose approved railing and ignorance, we are well assured and have known to stand six houres on a fasting day.  
4 That the Feltmaker and the cobbler, two innocent Cuckolds may be instituted primates and Metropolicans of the two Arch Provinces, and the rest of the Sect preserved, according to their imbicilities of Spirit, to such bishoprics and other livings, as will competently serve to procure fat poultry for the filling of their insatiate Stomacks, in which regard, Church livings had more need to be increased then diminished.  
5 That no men whatsoever, who bears the name of a Caviler, may be capable of making any of the Brethren a cuckolded, unless he cut his hair and altar his profession; but be excluded from the Conventicles, as the Kings friend and a Reprobate.  
6 Lastly, That there be two whole daies set a part to Fast and Pray, for the confusion of all that are not thus resolved.  

I come to charge ye  
That slight the clergy,  
And pull the mitre from the prelates head;  
That you will be wary,  
Least you miscarry,  
In all these factious humours you have bread,  
But as for Brownists wee'l have none,  
But take them all, and hang them one by one.   

Your wicked actions,  
joined in factions,  
Are all but aims to rob the King of his due,  
Then give this reason,  
For your treason,  
That you'l be ruled, if he'l be ruled by you;  
Then leave these factions zealous brother,  
Least you be hanged one against another.   

Your Wit abounded,  
Gentle Round-head,  
When you abused the Bishops in a Ditty,  
When as you sanged,  
They must be hanged,  
A Timpinee of malice made you witty,  
And though your hot zeal made you bold  
When you are hanged, your arse will be a could.   

Then leave confounding,  
And expounding,  
The Doctrine that you Preach in tubs,  
You raise this warring,  
And private jarring,  
I doubt, in time, will prove the Knave of clubs.  
It's for your lying, and not for your oaths,  
You shall be hanged, and Greg shall have your clothes.   
FINIS.