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Aeger Diues habet Nummos, sed
non habet ipsum.
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Aeger Diues habet Nummos, sed non habet ipsum.
The
wealthy chuffe, for all his wealth,
Cannot redeeme therby his health:
But must to Graue, for all his store,
Death spareth neither riche nor poore:
Not Cressus wealth, nor Mydas Golde,
The stroke of careles death may holde:
Hee feares no foe, hee spares no freend,
Of euery thing hee is the ende:
Though Diues had great store of pealfe,
Yet still the wretch, did want him selfe.
Cannot redeeme therby his health:
But must to Graue, for all his store,
Death spareth neither riche nor poore:
Not Cressus wealth, nor Mydas Golde,
The stroke of careles death may holde:
Hee feares no foe, hee spares no freend,
Of euery thing hee is the ende:
Though Diues had great store of pealfe,
Yet still the wretch, did want him selfe.
No Phisickes art, or cunning cure,
May any man of life assure:
No highe estate or beauty braue,
May keepe vs from our carefull graue:
No hauty minde or valyant harte,
Agaynst pale Death, may take our parte:
No curious speach, or witty tale,
Our dyinge corps may counteruayle:
No force, no gyle, no powre or stength,
But death doth onercome at length.
May any man of life assure:
No highe estate or beauty braue,
May keepe vs from our carefull graue:
No hauty minde or valyant harte,
Agaynst pale Death, may take our parte:
No curious speach, or witty tale,
Our dyinge corps may counteruayle:
No force, no gyle, no powre or stength,
But death doth onercome at length.
The riche man trusteth in his Gould,
And thinkes that life, is bought and sould:
The sight therof so bleares, his eye,
That hee remembreth not to dye:
Hee hath enough and liues in ioye,
Who dares (thinkes hee) worke mee annoy:
Thus is hee made, to pleasure thrall,
And thinkes that death will neuer call:
Who vnawares with stealing pace,
Doth ende in payne his pleasant race.
And thinkes that life, is bought and sould:
The sight therof so bleares, his eye,
That hee remembreth not to dye:
Hee hath enough and liues in ioye,
Who dares (thinkes hee) worke mee annoy:
Thus is hee made, to pleasure thrall,
And thinkes that death will neuer call:
Who vnawares with stealing pace,
Doth ende in payne his pleasant race.
The greedy Marchant will not spare,
For lukers sake, to lye and sware:
The simple sorte hee can by slight,
Make to beleeue the Crow is white:
No science now, or arte is free,
But that some gyle therin wee see:
Thus euery man for greedy gayne,
Unto himselfe encreaseth payne:
And thinkes the crime to bee but small,
When that they loose both soule and all.
For lukers sake, to lye and sware:
The simple sorte hee can by slight,
Make to beleeue the Crow is white:
No science now, or arte is free,
But that some gyle therin wee see:
Thus euery man for greedy gayne,
Unto himselfe encreaseth payne:
And thinkes the crime to bee but small,
When that they loose both soule and all.
Who lyueth here, that is content,
With such estate as God hath sent:
The hungry Churle, and wealthy Chuffe,
Doth neuer thinke, hee hath enough:
Fortune to many, giues to much,
But few or none, shee maketh riche:
Thus euery man, doth scrape and catch,
And neuer more, for death doo watch:
Who still is present at their side,
And cuts them of, amids their pride.
With such estate as God hath sent:
The hungry Churle, and wealthy Chuffe,
Doth neuer thinke, hee hath enough:
Fortune to many, giues to much,
But few or none, shee maketh riche:
Thus euery man, doth scrape and catch,
And neuer more, for death doo watch:
Who still is present at their side,
And cuts them of, amids their pride.
Such is the world, such is the time,
That eche man striues alofte to clyme:
But when they are in top of all,
In torments great they hedlong fall:
Where they do giue accompt at large,
How they their tallent did discharge:
There no man takes their golden fee,
To plead their case, and set them free:
Then too too late they doo begin,
For to repent their former sinne:
That eche man striues alofte to clyme:
But when they are in top of all,
In torments great they hedlong fall:
Where they do giue accompt at large,
How they their tallent did discharge:
There no man takes their golden fee,
To plead their case, and set them free:
Then too too late they doo begin,
For to repent their former sinne:
Wherfore I wish that eche degree,
With lotted chaunce contented bee:
Let not thy treasure make thee prowde,
Nor pouerty bee disalowde:
Remember who doth giue and take,
One God both riche and poore doth make:
Wee nothing had or ought shall haue,
To beare with vs vnto our graue:
But vertuous life which here wee leade,
On our behalfe for grace to plead.
With lotted chaunce contented bee:
Nor pouerty bee disalowde:
Remember who doth giue and take,
One God both riche and poore doth make:
Wee nothing had or ought shall haue,
To beare with vs vnto our graue:
But vertuous life which here wee leade,
On our behalfe for grace to plead.
Therfore I say thy lust refrayne,
And seeke not after brickle gayne:
But seeke that wealth, the which will last,
When that this mortall life is past:
In heauen is ioy and pleasure still,
This world is vayne and full of yll:
Use not so lewd thy worldly pelfe,
So that thou doost forget thy selfe:
Liue in this world as dead in sinne,
And dye in Christ, true life to win.
And seeke not after brickle gayne:
But seeke that wealth, the which will last,
When that this mortall life is past:
In heauen is ioy and pleasure still,
This world is vayne and full of yll:
Use not so lewd thy worldly pelfe,
So that thou doost forget thy selfe:
Liue in this world as dead in sinne,
And dye in Christ, true life to win.
FINIS.
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