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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 eternyte came in to the temple / and of her vertuous exortacyon. Ca. xlv.
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XLV. How eternyte came in to the temple / and of her vertuous exortacyon. Ca. xlv.

And thus as tyme made his conclusyon
Eternyte in a fayre whyte vesture
To the temple came with hole affeccyon
And on her hede a dyademe ryght pure
With thre crownes of precyous treasure
Eterne she sayde I am nowe doubtles
Of heuen quene / and of hell empres
Fyrst god made heuen his propre habytacle
Though that his power be in euery place
In eterne heuen is his tabernacle

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Tyme is there in no maner of cace
Tyme renneth alwaye his ende to enbrace
Now I my selfe shall haue none endynge
And my maker had no begynnynge
In heuen and hell I am contynually
Withouten ende to be in extynguyssyble
As euermore to reygne full ryally
Of euery thynge I am inuyncyble
Man of my power shall be intellygyble
Whan the soule shall ryse agaynst the body
To haue Iugemente to lyue eternally
In heuen or hell as he dothe deserue
Who that loueth god aboue euery thynge
All his commaundementes he wyll then obserue
And spende his tyme in vertuous lyuynge
Ydlenes wyll euermore eschewynge
Eternall Ioye he shall then attayne
After his laboure and his besy payne
O mortall folke reuolue in your mynde
That worldly Ioye and frayle prosperyte
What is it lyke but a blaste of wynde
For you therof can haue no certaynte
It is now so full / of mutabylyte
Set not your mynde vpon worldly welthe
But euermore regarde your soules hetlhe
Whan erthe in erth hath tane his corrupte taste
Than to repente it is for you to late
Whan you haue tyme spende it nothynge in waste

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Tyme past with vertue must entre the gate
Of Ioye and blysse with myn hye estate
Withoute tyme for to be euerlastynge
Whiche god graunte vs at our last endynge
Now blyssed lady of the helthe eternall
The quene of comforte and of heuenly glorye
Pray to thy swete sone / whiche is infynall
To gyue mè grace to wynne the vyctory
Of the deuyll / the worlde and of my body
And that I may my selfe well apply
Thy sone and the to laude and magnyfy.