To London in time of Pestilence

London, when I behold thy Ladyes goe
So Bedlam-like with Naked armes, and show
Shoulders and breasts, like Maremaids, all behung
With golden toyes, and precious stones among;
And when againe the roaring boyes I see
Put women downe with manlesse luxury,
Still to be fashion-sicke, and drinke, and sweare.
And rage, as if they Stygian Monsters were:
I wonder not to see thee blacke with woe,
Sith high-built Cities lye in dust below,
For crimes lesse bold: and having drunke thereby
Deepe cuppes of vengeance, thou wilt pledge, or dye.