On Doctour Love-Self

Love-Self when th' Plague in London reigned sore,
Grown rich himself shuts up and wu'd no more
When most his help was wanted: it seems then
Hee'd not his patients keep as married men
Must keep their wives in Sickness and in Health,
Such is the fearful cowardize of wealth.
Though thou with th' Plague would'st nothing ha' to do,
A Plaguy cunning Doctour yet wer't thou.