To Sir Henry Wotton: here's no more News than Virtue; I May as Well

Here's no more news than virtue; I may as well
Tell you Calais, or Saint Michael's tales, as tell
That vice doth here habitually dwell.

Yet as, to get stomachs, we walk up and down,
And toil to sweeten rest; so, may God frown,
If, but to loathe both, I haunt court or town.