Hell, I hope, will lend its aid thereto,
And get of it fair gain.
If but a little longer I may here reign,
Hell-mouth will be filled till it split.
’Twere a pity this good inn to quit,
For all who live in riot and wantonness
And win a profit of very idleness,
Gamblers, fighters, daughters of the game,
Bawds and all they who use the same,
Of these there be here a goodly retinue,