Classic Poem

Now, to this Sea of Cittie Common wealth
(Lymittlesse London ) am I come obscu'rd:
Where twofold Plagues endanger may the health
Of Soule, and Bodie of the most securd:
The Bodies Plague 's an Ill which God can do
For is Ill in the Cittie hee doth not?
But Synue (the Plague which doth the Soule vndo)
He cannot do, though how he well doth wott
Then, now my Soule stand stiffly on thy guard
Sith many mortall Dangers thee surround
Lett grace, thy guide , thy House still watch & warde
To keepe thy Habitation cleane, as sound:
And, if thou canst, with Lott , liue chastlie here
Angels will fetche thee hence when Plagues are neere.