THE ROVND-HEAD.
1. HIs flaxen haire, his damask rosie cheeks,
His comely looks, unlike the surly Greeks,
His Star-like eyes, grave forehead, lovely chin,
Purtrayes the wisdome which abides within.
2. His haire cut round, he weares no Indian Lock,
His heart is sound, he feares not Straffords Block:
His milk-white actions doe not seek the darke
Like Malignants, who hide themselves at Yorke.
3. God made heads round, what ever fellows prattle:
More knave then foole, whose head is made a rattle:
Round hath no corners, that is their hard hap,
That wisest round-heads misse the Prelates Cap.
4. Truth is round dealing, it hath no crochets,
The fowlest hearts lies under fairest Rochets:
Celestiall motion is of most perfection,
Heaven and the Round-heads move by one direction.
5. Cambridge round Church skares the crosier Doctors,
As much as fresh-men feare the Bug-beare Proctors.
They prophesie that Church portends a losse,
If that the fabrick stand not like a Crosse.
6. Let sons of harlots still grave Round-heads scorne,
And such whose wives have furnisht with a horne.
Such daring language makes not Round-heads 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 reades Luther, Calvin, Beza, Marter,
He preacheth duly, Rattle once a quarter.
8. He brings plate, coyne, horse, and will stand his tackle,
Though Hare-braines bustle, all will prove a Rattle.
Courage brave Round-head, and doe thou not feare
The swearing, roaring, whoring Cavalier.
9. Monopolies, Ship-money, Innovations rent,
Did make us barren as the wild of Kent;
That they are downe, we doe with one consent
Thanke 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,
Eightie eight, or the fift of November.
11. Captaines are Round-heads, whose brave examples,
Have merited the garland to bewreath their temples:
Kings Dukes, Emperours, this is their renowne,
To have their Round heads vested with a Crowne.
12. Peace Momus dare no more the venture,
To blame the circle where God sits in the Center,
For Round-head sutes with Princes, wise men Peeres,
But Rattle suits with Priests, and nasty Cavaliers.
THE RATTLE-HEAD.
1. THe Rattle first was compos'd at Rome,
Where Cardinals, Jesuits, and Magicians come,
When they determin'd that which now they hope
To blast Religion and set up the Pope.
2. This Goblin foule was fram'd by Magick spell,
Of braines of Loyala, Merlin, Machivell,
Coapes, Crosses, Cringings, and such Romish Rites,
He taught our Priests this garbe of Jesuites.
3. Pryar Bacons Art took in this head, chiefe place,
That this is truth, behold his Brazen-face:
Pandora and her Nymphes did so dispose,
At learned Oxford he should leave his Nose.
4. And sure it was some Policie of State,
To fixe this relicke on a Colledge gate;
A Paterne for the Cavaliers at Yorke.
That spoile their Coppernoses in the darke.
5. Part of their noses to the femall kinde,
As pledges of their love, are left behind,
It also shewes that Schollers void of grace,
Are like an ugly nose without a face.
5. This Negroes errant was by common fame,
To raise warre and dissention where he came,
Distinctions, equivocations, and such things,
They charge him rattle in the eares of Kings.
7. That they may neither heare, nor give consents
To Votes or prayers of their Parliaments:
'Tis for their Honour, and portends their merits.
To crush their people, and to breake their spirits.
8. Rattle is never greatly at a losse,
On plainest Lawes to cast a Romish glosse:
The wholesome Lawes of God, and of the Land,
Must meane no more then he doth understand.
9. For those faire reading Priests his Votes doe passe,
Who make our prayers but an English Masse:
Round dealing Preachers, and their godly Lessons
He doth attend, as Thieves doe Size and Sessions.
10. His plots were spoiled, his heart began to faile
When new Oath and Canons could not prevaile,
His rotten Regiment among their pots,
Still drinke confusion to the honest Scots.
11. He gives them leave to raile and boast and swell,
And sweare God damne them nine miles deepe in Hell:
Such wretched Roysters God will sure discard;
Unhappy Princes that have such a Guard.
12. The Westeren Indians feare the Rattle Snake,
Whose venomous sting few doe with life escape,
Unlesse some Snake-weed there be neare at hand,
Which doth this poyson mightily withstand.
13. In England lives the venomous Rattle-head,
Whose charming tongue doth strike the Natives dead,
If Antidote of health wee'll not ressent,
Apply'd us by the wiser Parliament.
14. The Lord of N. P. that brave Cavaliere,
Hulls sounding Canons made to flie for feare:
In his great hast befell a dismall matter,
Hed fled the fire, and fell into the water.
15. Both he and others found to their great griefe,
That fire and water gave them small reliefe,
Had not his chiefest friend then beene his haire,
His Caveleiers had surely left him there.
16. Don John of Yorke 'gainst Round-Heads make complaint,
And blesseth Rattle as the onely Saint;
Good men the Prelates curses many yeares
Have had, but now they blesse the Cavileeres.
17. Their Processe, Censures, and the causelesse curses,
The common Picklocke was of best mens purses;
Their pennilesse blessings, if that they were true,
Would set Heaven open to a Hellish crue.
Upon the Roaring Cavalier.
BLesse us! why here's a thing as like a man,
As Nature to our fancie fashion can.
Beshrew me, but he has a pretty face,
And weares his Rapier with indifferent grace.
Makes a neat congie, dances well, and sweares:
And weares his Mistresse pendant in his eares:
Has a neate foote as ever kist the ground,
His shoes and roses cost at least five pound.
Those hose have not a peere, for by relation,
They're cut a moneth at least since the last fashion.
He knowes two Ladies that will vow there's none
At Court, a man of parts, but he alone.
And yet this sop, scarce ever learn'd to know
The mixture of the disjoyn'd Christ-crosse row.
Strip off his ragges, and the poore thing is then
The just contempt of understanding men.
FINIS.