Against Rotundus the Nimble Turner

A HALL , my Masters, giue Rotundus roome
You'l maruell at his tricks, he hath such store:
He turnes as oft as he returnes from Rome
Vnto that Faith which hee profest before:
But before God his turning thus so oft
May make him fall before hee comes aloft.
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