Classic Poem

Of the Printer.

The Printer praies me most vncessantly,
To make some lines to lash at Lechery:
For that (sayth he) so rellish will the rest,
That they will sell and still be in request:
For most men now (set on a merry Pin)
Laugh to see others plagued for their sin.
Then Reader, thinke when thou seest such a Straine,
Its for the Lecher's paine, and Printers gaine .