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A Description of the Round-head and rattle-head.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653, attributed name.
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1642
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Wing D1167A; Thomason E109_7; ESTC R7398
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A DESCRIPTION OF THE ROUND-HEAD AND RATTLE-HEAD London Printed for J. Sweeting 1642. 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 'T is 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