Classic Poem

Astrea in this time
Now doth not liue, but is fled vp to heauen;
Or if shee liue, it is not without crime
That shee doth vse her power,
And shee is no more virgine, but a whoure,
Whoure prostitute for gold:
For shee doth neuer holde her ballance euen,
And when her sword is roll'd,
The bad, injurious, false shee not o'rethrowes,
But on the innocent lets fall her blowes.