Vindicta Divina

WHILE sinfull Sodome dreades the heavenly fire,
And Nero trembles at his shadowes sight:
This booke, the Herald of th'Almighties Ire,
Doth on the howse, of every swearer light:
To Punish iustly, so prophane a sinne,
With all the plagues, that are containd therein.

A warning good for swearers, and for those,
That think such sinne, their actions only grace:
And him the man, that can with fearefull oathes,
Blaspheme the Lord of heaven vnto his face:
But know prophane, ere many yeares be past,
A plague will come, with winged speede at last.