… Beyond sea he began,
Where such riot he ran
That all the world there did leave him;
And now he’s come o’er,
Much worse than before.
Oh, what fools you were to receive him …
He spends all his days
In running to plays,
When in his shop he should be poreing [sic];
And wastes all his nights
In his constant delights
Of revelling, drinking and whoring …
Anon, ‘Of his Majesty’s being made free of the City’1