Socinians were not stolid,
Much Learning for Papists did stickle.
But ah, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, Rotundos rot,
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, Rotundos rot,
’Tis you that my spleen doth tickle.
And first to tell must not be forgot,
How I once did trot
With a great Zealot to a Lecture,
Where I a Tub did view,
Hung with apron blew: