Classic Poem

Iniquity seeks out companions still,
And mortal men are armed to do ill:
London, look on! this matter nips thee near;
Leave off thy riot, pride, and sumptuous cheer.
Spend less at board, and spare not at the door,
But aid the infant, and relieve the poor:
Else seeking mercy, being merciless,
Thou be adjudg'd to endless heaviness!