The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes A literal reprint of the earliest complete copy (1517) with variant readings from the editions of 1509, 1554, and 1555 together with introduction notes, glossary, and indexes: By William Edward Mead |
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How remembraūce made his epytaphy on his graue. Ca. xlij.
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How remembraūce made his epytaphy on his graue. Ca. xlij.
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XLII. How remembraūce made his epytaphy on his graue. Ca. xlij.
The good dame mercy with dame charyte
My body buryed full ryght humbly
In a fayre temple of olde antyquyte
Where was for me a dyryge deuoutely
And with many a masse full ryght solempnely
And ouer my graue to be in memory
Remembraunce made this lytell epytaphy
My body buryed full ryght humbly
In a fayre temple of olde antyquyte
Where was for me a dyryge deuoutely
And with many a masse full ryght solempnely
And ouer my graue to be in memory
Remembraunce made this lytell epytaphy
O erthe on erthe it is a wonders cace
That thou arte blynde and wyll not the knowe
Though vpon erthe thou hast thy dwellynge place
Yet erthe at laste must nedes the ouerthrowe
Thou thynkest the do be none erthe I trowe
For yf thou dydest thou woldest than apply
To forsake pleasure and to lerne to dy
Pryde.That thou arte blynde and wyll not the knowe
Though vpon erthe thou hast thy dwellynge place
Yet erthe at laste must nedes the ouerthrowe
Thou thynkest the do be none erthe I trowe
For yf thou dydest thou woldest than apply
To forsake pleasure and to lerne to dy
O erthe of erthe why arte thou so proude
Now what thou arte call to remembraunce
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Is not thy beaute strength and puyssaunce
Though be cladde with clothes of pleasaunce
Very erthe and also wormes fode
Whan erthe to erthe shall to tourne the blode
Wrathe.
And erthe with erthe why arte thou so wrothe
Remembre the that it vayleth ryght nought
For thou mayst thynke of a perfyte trothe
Yf with the erthe thou hast a quarell sought
Amyddes the erthe there is a place ywrought
Whan erthe to erthe is torned proprely
The for thy synne to punysshe wonderly
Enuy.
And erthe for erthe why hast thou enuy
And the erthe vpon erthe to be more prosperous
Than thou thy selfe fretynge the inwardly
It is a synne ryght foule and vycyous
And vnto god also full odyous
Thou thynkest I trowe there is no punysshemente
Ordeyned for synne by egall Iugemente
Slouthe.
Towarde heuen to folowe on the way
Thou arte full slowe and thynkest nothynge
That thy nature dooth full sore dekay
And dethe ryght fast is to the comynge
God graunte the mercy / but no tyme enlongynge
Whan thou hast tyme / take tyme and space
Whan tyme is past / lost is the tyme of grace
Couetyse.
And whan erthe to erthe is nexte to reuerte
And nature lowe in the laste aege
Of erthely treasure erthe doth set his herte
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He thynketh not his lyfe shall aswage
His good is his god with his grete ryches
He thynketh not for to leue it doutles
Glotony.
The pomped clerkes with fode delycyous
Erthe often fedeth with corrupte glotouy
And nothynge with werkes vertuous
The soule doth fede ryght well ententyfly
But without mesure full inordynatly
The body lyueth and wyll not remembre
How erthe to erthe must his strength surrendre
Lechery
The vyle carkes set vpon a fyre
Dooth often haunte the synne of lechery
Fulfyllynge the foule carnall desyre
Thus erthe with erthe is corrupte meruaylously
And erthe on erthe wyll nothynge purfye
Tyll erthe to erthe be nere subuerted
For erthe with erthe is so peruerted
O mortall folke / you may beholde and se
How I lye here / somtyme a myghty knyght
The ende of Ioye / and all prosperyte
Is dethe at last / through his course and myght
After the day there cometh the derke nyght
For though the day be neuer so longe
At last the belles ryngeth to euensonge
How I lye here / somtyme a myghty knyght
The ende of Ioye / and all prosperyte
Is dethe at last / through his course and myght
After the day there cometh the derke nyght
For though the day be neuer so longe
At last the belles ryngeth to euensonge
And my selfe called la graunde amoure
Sekynge aduenture in the worldly glory
For to attayne the ryches and honoure
Dyde thynke full lytell that I sholde here ly
Tyll dethe dyde marke me full ryght pryuely
Lo what I am and where to you must
Lyke as I am / so shall you be all dust
Sekynge aduenture in the worldly glory
For to attayne the ryches and honoure
Dyde thynke full lytell that I sholde here ly
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Lo what I am and where to you must
Lyke as I am / so shall you be all dust
Than in your mynde inwardely dyspyse
The bryttle worlde so full of doublenes
With the vyle flesshe / and ryght soone aryse
Out of your slepe / of mortall heuynes
Subdue the deuyll with grace and mekenes
That after your lyfe / frayle and transytory
You may than lyue in Ioye perdurably.
The bryttle worlde so full of doublenes
With the vyle flesshe / and ryght soone aryse
Out of your slepe / of mortall heuynes
Subdue the deuyll with grace and mekenes
That after your lyfe / frayle and transytory
You may than lyue in Ioye perdurably.
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