London! hast thou accused me  
  Of breach of laws? the root of strife!  
  Within whose breast did boil to see,  
  So fervent hot, thy dissolute life.
"A Satire Against the Citizens of London", line 1
London! hast thou accused me  
  Of breach of laws? the root of strife!  
  Within whose breast did boil to see,  
  So fervent hot, thy dissolute life.
"A Satire Against the Citizens of London", line 1