Classic Poem

Of Sardonius his deuotion.

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S ARDONIUS sweares that God a plague doth owe
To London for these signes the same do showe;
There's not a whoore for mony to be had
For they in Bridewell are, or place as bad;
The Players are supprest, the plague to shunne,
But he is plagu'd thereby and they vndone.
No money stirring, but hee's faine to ride,
Ten myles for ten groats by the highway side.
 But (watching, and with fasting, pinde) he prayes,
 For restauration of whoores, theeues, and Playes.