The Mirrour of Mutabilitie or Principall part of the Mirrour for Magistrates. Describing the fall of diuers famous Princes, and other memorable Personages. Selected out of the sacred Scriptures by Antony Munday, and dedicated to the Right Honorable the Earle of Oxenford |
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THE COMPLAINT
of Diues for his Gluttony vsed in his life time:
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THE COMPLAINT of Diues for his Gluttony vsed in his life time:
Caput. 5.
Dround
in the gulf of endlesse woes am I,
A Glutton vile, moste odious to beholde:
My life I led so lewdly out of frame,
That all the World my presence doo despise.
“And why, for that I might haue shund before:
“But fond desire to that repugnant was.
A Glutton vile, moste odious to beholde:
My life I led so lewdly out of frame,
That all the World my presence doo despise.
“And why, for that I might haue shund before:
“But fond desire to that repugnant was.
“I Lordly liued and fared of the best,
“I like a Prince had all the World at wil:
“To see the poore did gorge mee with disdaine.
“I thought all much that went beside my mouth.
“No, at my gate they should for hunger dye:
“Ere I a whit would pity their estate.
“I like a Prince had all the World at wil:
“To see the poore did gorge mee with disdaine.
“I thought all much that went beside my mouth.
“No, at my gate they should for hunger dye:
“Ere I a whit would pity their estate.
When Lazarus lay begging at my gate,
I gaue great charge that none should him releeue:
No not the crummes that from my table fel,
To saue his life hee should them not obtain.
The dogs to him more gentle was then I:
They lickt his sores when els hee naught could get.
I gaue great charge that none should him releeue:
No not the crummes that from my table fel,
To saue his life hee should them not obtain.
The dogs to him more gentle was then I:
They lickt his sores when els hee naught could get.
And now beholde what haue I for my hire,
An endles flame wherin I fry my hart:
The helhounds stand and claw mee with their nailes,
A thousand plagues I suffer in a day,
And all not half so much as I deserue:
Though ten times more they were adioynd to mee.
An endles flame wherin I fry my hart:
The helhounds stand and claw mee with their nailes,
A thousand plagues I suffer in a day,
And all not half so much as I deserue:
Though ten times more they were adioynd to mee.
Poore Lazarus that pining lay in colde,
In Abrahams bosome free from harme remains:
Where I had all the pleasure on the earth,
And hee the woe, his ioyes are treble folde:
My daintie diets now hath sauce ful sower,
Now simple meat would serue for daintie fare.
In Abrahams bosome free from harme remains:
Where I had all the pleasure on the earth,
And hee the woe, his ioyes are treble folde:
My daintie diets now hath sauce ful sower,
Now simple meat would serue for daintie fare.
But hee they say, that wil no warning take,
Deserueth wel to haue a like rewarde:
And hee that makes a God vpon his drosse,
Must buy it deer, as I alas haue doon:
The pleasure that I had on earth before:
Ful hard I now doo buy it to my cost.
Deserueth wel to haue a like rewarde:
And hee that makes a God vpon his drosse,
Must buy it deer, as I alas haue doon:
The pleasure that I had on earth before:
Ful hard I now doo buy it to my cost.
See what it is to trust in massy mark,
See what it is to make a God of drosse:
Beholde what gain returns vnto my share,
for thinking that my life would alway last
I am the wretch that did contemne the poore:
but for contempt, beholde what did ensue.
See what it is to make a God of drosse:
Beholde what gain returns vnto my share,
for thinking that my life would alway last
I am the wretch that did contemne the poore:
but for contempt, beholde what did ensue.
You Wordlings all that yet remain behinde,
remember Diues drencht in deadly dole:
See how desart ful rightly hath him sped,
for lawlesse life deuoid of any grace.
Who scornes at God, God sure wil scorne at him:
Let him not trust that welth wil sauegarde bee.
remember Diues drencht in deadly dole:
See how desart ful rightly hath him sped,
for lawlesse life deuoid of any grace.
Who scornes at God, God sure wil scorne at him:
Let him not trust that welth wil sauegarde bee.
Wel since you haue my fatall fall beheld,
I doubt not but you wil preuent the like:
If so you doo, your pleasure may be more,
If not, your woe shalbe as great as mine.
But while you haue a space alotted you:
Remember mee, and feare wil force you flye.
I doubt not but you wil preuent the like:
If so you doo, your pleasure may be more,
If not, your woe shalbe as great as mine.
But while you haue a space alotted you:
Remember mee, and feare wil force you flye.
And so Adieu, to Hel I must return,
Where tristful torments trounse my caren corse:
There must I liue, there must I neuer dye,
O grisly greef that neuer wil haue end.
Fye on all muck that brought mee vnto this:
Farwel my Freends, stil think on Diues life.
Where tristful torments trounse my caren corse:
There must I liue, there must I neuer dye,
O grisly greef that neuer wil haue end.
Fye on all muck that brought mee vnto this:
Farwel my Freends, stil think on Diues life.
FINIS.
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