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CHAP. III. A Patheticall speech of the person of Diues in the torments of hell.

[Like as the sacred oxe that carelesse stands]

Like as the sacred oxe that carelesse stands,
With gilded hornes, and flowrie garlands crownd,
Proud of his dying honour and deare bands,
Whilst theaters fume with frankensence around:
All suddenly with mortall blow astond,
Doth groueling fall, and with his steeming gore,
Distaine the pillars and the holy ground,
And the faire flowers that decked him afore,
So downe I fell on wordlesse precious shore.

[Vnder whose feet, subiected to his grace]

Vnder whose feet, subiected to his grace,
Sat Nature, Fortune, Motion, Tyme and Place.


[A deadly gulfe where nought but rubbish growes]

A deadly gulfe where nought but rubbish growes,
Which vp in th' aire such stinking vapour throwes,
That ouer there may flie no bird but dies,
Chok't with the pestilent sauours that arise.


[Your fond preferments are but childrens toyes.]

Your fond preferments are but childrens toyes.
And as a shadow all your pleasures passe.
As yeeres increase, so wauing are your ioyes.
Your blesse is brittle, like a broken glasse,
Or as a tale of that which neuer was.

[What in this life we haue or can desire]

What in this life we haue or can desire,
Hath time of growth, and moment of retire.
So feeble is mans state as sure it will not stand,
Till it disordered be from earthly band.

[Let euery one do all the good he can]

Let euery one do all the good he can:
For neuer commeth ill of doing well.
Though iust reward it wants here now and than,
Yet shame and euill death it doth expell.


Wretched is he that thinks by doing ill,
His euill deeds long to conceale and hide:
For though the voice and tongues of men be still,
By fowles and beasts his sin shalbe descride.
And God oft worketh by his secret will,
That sinne it selfe the sinner so doth guide,
That of his owne accord, without request,
He makes his wicked doings manifest.
Shame followes sinne neuer so closely done:
Shame alwayes ends, what wickenesse begun.

[God is best when soonest wrought]

God is best when soonest wrought,
Lingring thoughts do come to nought.
O suffer not delay to steale the treasure of that day,
Whose smallest minute lost, no riches render may.