by Robert Greene
Woe to the trains of women's foolish lust,
In wedlock rights that yield but little trust:
That vow to one, yet common be to all!
Take warning, wantons; pride will have a fall.
Woe to the land, where warnings profit nought,
Who say that Nature God's decrees hath wrought!
Who build on Fate, and leave the corner stone,
The God of Gods, sweet Christ, the only one!
If such excess, O London! reign in thee;
Repent, for why, each sin shall punish'd be.
Repent, amend, repent; the hour is nigh;
Defer not time! Who knows when he shall die?
Last updated October 05, 2017