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London hast thou accused me	A
Of breach of laws the root of strife	B
Within whose breast did boil to see	A
So fervent hot thy dissolute life	B
That even the hate of sins that grow	C
Within thy wicked walls so rife	B
For to break forth did convert so	C
That terror could it not repress	D
The which by words since preachers know	C
What hope is left for to redress	D
By unknown means it liked me	A
My hidden burden to express	D
Whereby it might appear to thee	A
That secret sin hath secret spite	E
From justice' rod no fault is free	A
But that all such as work unright	E
In most quiet are next ill rest	E
In secret silence of the night	E
This made me with a reckless breast	E
To wake thy sluggards with my bow	F
A figure of the Lord's behest	E
Whose scourge for sin the Scriptures show	C
That as the fearful thunder clap	G
By sudden flame at hand we know	C
Of pebble stones the soundless rap	G
The dreadful plague might make thee see	A
Of God's wrath that doth thee enwrap	G
That pride might know from conscience free	A
How lofty works may her defend	E
And envy find as he hath sought	E
How other seek him to offend	E
And wrath taste of each cruel thought	E
The just shapp higher in the end	E
And idle sloth that never wrought	E
To heaven his spirit lift may begin	H
And greedy lucre live in dread	E
To see what hate ill got goods win	H
The lechers ye that lusts do feed	E
Perceive what secrecy is in sin	H
And gluttons' hearts for sorrow bleed	E
Awaked when their fault they find	E
In loathsome vice each drunken wight	E
To stir to God this was my mind	E
Thy windows had done me no spite	E
But proud people that dread no fall	I
Clothed with falsehood and unright	E
Bred in the closures of thy wall	I
But wrested to wrath in fervent zeal	J
Thou haste to strife my secret call	I
Endured hearts no warning feel	J
O shameless whore is dread then gone	K
By such thy foes as meant thy weal	J
O member of false Babylon	L
The shop of craft the den of ire	M
Thy dreadful doom draws fast upon	L
Thy martyrs' blood by sword and fire	N
In heaven and earth for justice call	J
The Lord shall hear their just desire	N
The flame of wrath shall on thee fall	J
With famine and pest lamentably	J
Stricken shall be thy lechers all	J
Thy proud towers and turrets high	O
En'mies to God beat stone from stone	P
Thine idols burnt that wrought iniquity	E
When none thy ruin shall bemoan	P
But render unto the right wise Lord	E
That so hath judged Babylon	L
Immortal praise with one accord	E

Henry Howard

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