Classic Poem

On the Schismatick ROTUNDOS.

Once I a curious Eye did fix,
To observe the tricks
Of the Schismaticks of the Times,
To find out which of them
Was the merriest Theme,
And best would befit my Rimes;
Arminius I found solid,
Socinians were not stolid,
Much Learning for Papists did stickle.
But ah, ah, ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ,
ah, ha 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;
'Twas the Preachers as I conjecture,
His Use and his Doctrine too
Were of no other hue,
Though he spake in a tone most mickle:
But ah, ha ha ha , &c.

He taught amongst other prety things
That the Book of Kings
Small benefit brings to the godly,
Beside he had some grudges
At the Book of Judges ,
And talkt of Leviticus odly,
Wisedome most of all
He declares Apocryphal ,
Beat Bell and the Dragon , like Michael .
But ah, ah, ha ha ha ha , &c.

'Gainst Humane Learning next he envyes,
And almost boldly say's,
'Tis that which destroyes Inspiration,
Let superstitious sence
And wit be banished hence,
With Popish Predomination
Cut Bishops down in hast,
And Cathedrals as fast
As Corn that's fit for the sickle:
But ah, ah, ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ,
ah, ha ha ha ha ha Rotundos rot ,
'Tis you that my spleen doth tickle.