✚ Of the horrible and woeful Destruction of, Sodom and Gomorra.  
To the Tune of the nine Muses.  

THe Scripture plain doth show and tell,  
How Lot in Sodom Town did devil  
Among the Sodomites vile:  
He did rebuke their naughty lives,  
Both young and old, both men & wives,  
Why do you yourselves defile?  
He often times with watery eyes,  
their cause he did lament:  
He wept in heart, in grievous wise,  
and bade them to repent,  
Desiring: and praying,  
From sin they should refrain,  
Lest Body, and Soul be,  
In everlasting pain.   

¶ God doth abhor that whorish Bed,  
Which thonsands now therein are led,  
and therein still doth devil:  
They yield their souls for Sacrifice,  
To filthy sin in divers wise,  
Unto the pains of Hell:  
You ravening née die men (quoth he)  
That Richeses have in store,  
give to the poor I say to thee,  
The which comes to thy Door:  
To Fatherless, and Widows too,  
To pity them take pain,  
You Surffetters: and Drunkards now  
From this your Sin refrain.   

¶ Then all in vain, Lot preached still.  
They all did follow their self will,  
For that was their desire:  
For his counsel good they passed small,  
In filthy sin they wallowed all,  
As filthy Swine in mire:  
Then did the Lord command that Lot,  
That he should soon departed:  
From amongst the Sodomites so hot,  
For they should feel great smart:  
The Angel then to him he said:  
Come Lot and haste away:  
For till the time that thou be gone,  
Nothing be done there may.   

¶ The Angel said, look you not back,  
To see that woeful sight and wrack,  
Which on them now shall light:  
For you out of the Town are brought,  
And are escaped from their wicked thoughts,  
Wherein they do delight:  
Yet Lot's wife she turned back again,  
As soon as she was gone,  
For her offence she turned was,  
Into a huge Salt Stone.  
Where she doth stand continually.  
By Gods decreed judgement:  
Because she broke, and did forsake,  
God's good Commandment.   

¶ The Gates of Heaven, God opened than,  
So Fire and Brimstone from thence came,  
And on Sodom down did rain:  
Gomorra Town they did excel,  
As thick as Hail, the Fire it fell,  
And destroyed was every man:  
Both man and Beast were burnt to Muck,  
And Babes in Mother's lap:  
And eke the Children that did suck  
On Mother's tender Pap:  
With Fire were they burned.  
O woeful grievous sight,  
They cried, and shryked.  
To help no boot it might.   

¶ The Damsels tearetheir costly guise  
Their yellow locks down to their eyes,  
And their Hear like Silver wire:  
Their sound did reach unto the Clouds  
With bitter tears they cried aloud,  
All burning in the fire:  
These Towns like Gold that shined so bright  
With flaming fire is consumed:  
The mighty God hath destroyed quite,  
And brought it to the ground:  
That naught is left the Truth to say  
But stinking Pools and Welles:  
Which was a place of brave delights,  
And eke of pleasant smells.   

¶ Thus were these Towns brought to decay  
Both all and some the troth to say,  
saving Lot's House hold then:  
And Lot himself was counted tough,  
Till his Daughters tempted him to lust,  
As the Story showeth plain:  
Lo, wanton Girls which so doth burn,  
In Venus' pleasant games.  
If that they may content their turns,  
And eke their youthful flames,  
They do desire their Father's Bed,  
The cankered flesh to please:  
Alas that ye: so wanton be,  
That you will never cease.   

¶ Thou mighty God that sittest on high,  
O turn our Hearts for thy mercy,  
That now amend we may:  
O Lord thou saidst, and it may so be,  
The Sodomites should witness be,  
Against us at the latter day:  
O heavy saying, if that these men,  
Shall sooner mercy crave,  
Then we which know Gods sayings, then  
What judgement shall we have?  
O let us bewail us:  
Our sins doth so abound,  
For in short space I fear the Lord,  
In wrath will us confounded.   

¶ O England thou like Sodom art,  
In filthy sin doth play thy part,  
What sins are found in thee?  
Thou doest exceed Sodom in sin,  
Thou carest not for Lots preaching:  
O these heavy news will be,  
You be thou sure, and sure again:  
The stones that lieth in wall,  
Because we do so sore offend,  
To God for plagues will call,  
Therefore let see, amendss to be,  
And every one amend:  
Good Lord I say, grant this all way,  
And thus I make an end.   
¶ FINIS.   

¶: Imprinted at London by Richard johnes for Henry Kyrkham, dwelling at the sign of the black Boy: at the middle North door of Paul's church.