faist thou but another after thee may proue as lauish as thou hast beene scraping as riotous as thou sparing and may scatter that in a Yeare which tooke thee a Life to gather and what profit hast thou that thou hast laboured for the Wind T is true and iust both said and Found After a great Getter there commonly comes a Spender Goods ill gotten are ill spent The First Heire may haue them and a Second perhaps all which a Third scarce comes to heare of Nay but I now bethinke me thou hast neuer an Heire For whom is it now thou dost so toyle and irke yea and damne thy selfe Thou knowest thou must not haue them and who must haue them thou knowest not Perhaps one that neuer knew thee or will neuer thanke thee HE puts thee in minde of such thy Frailty and Folly at once Man Walketh in a vaine Shadow and disquieteth himselfe in vaine he heapeth vp riches and cannot tell who shall gather them Tush why tell you him If no Body will lay claime to it let it fall to the King Church Commons Poore of the Parish But for feare of such a Forfeit thou hast chosen thee an Heire vnto thy selfe One that thou louest well yea better it seemes than thine owne Soule One that loues thee well and well he may and it be but for the loue hee hath to thine He cannot chuse but loue thee horribly while he loues Thine so impatiently That is he could wish Thee and Thine at once both hang'd and had yea to haue Thine what cares he to curse Thee to Hell He is one of the same Name I am sure though not one of the Kinne So so Keepe the House howsoeuer in the same Name belike the Line was not worthy of it ABSOLON hath no Childe for his Name to liue in shall he rot therefore out of remembrance no not while ABSOLONS Pillar stands If he haue no Monument of his Loynes he can haue a Pillar of his Name and that 's enough to vphold his House This is one of the last but not the least follies of Men to let a Title carry it before the Right To make Kinsmen Strangers and a Kinsman of a Stranger With the whole Price of an Heiredome to buy the Name of an Heire or an Heire of the Name To purchase a lying Affinity with a costly kinde of Adoption Nay but the Heire that must be is a Poore Sisters Sonne The poore rag'd Knaue I can tell you is like to be Lord of all He shall one day owne all that is his Vncles though his Vncle now scarce will owne him Not a Farthing will he allow him to educate and maintaine him though leaue him all at last to waste perhaps or else ingrosse You shall finde him set the first in his Will which neuer was suffered to sit the last at his Table It is the manner of the Couetous to part with nothing while they liue no not to those to whom they mind to leaue all at their Death While he liues all is too little for himselfe but let him take all to him when he dies His Heire is now beholden to him not for what he hath bestowed but for what he could not keepe And will therefore thanke him when he shall not heare him will pray for him when it shall doe him no good Thou now liest gasping and thine Heire is gaping Euery looke he lets vpon thee accuses the slownesse of thy Death For he thinkes it his Wrong and Hurt that thou liuest Hee sighs and wailes before thee not that he cares for thy losse but hopes for thy Gaine How he howles and blubbers while thy hands quake Teeth guash Eyes close Breath stops Heart choaks and Soule flits all not so much that thou art now dead as that thou diedst not ere this No Mans Death is more desired than the Couetous Mans It is alwayes expected plotted often yea and sometimes vntimely effected All therefore wish him dead because like the Hog in the Pot he doth good to none but after his Death Well thou 'lt therefore shake off these Shadowes and mind'st I heare to build some Hospitall Schoole Colledge or doe some charitable Deed withall Sayes he so The Man liues poore I perceiue with purpose to die rich and dies rich to doe good after his Death Yea then doe Good when he can doe no longer hurt He hath robbed Peter all his Life and will now pay Paul at his Death That is no Liberalitie to giue when he can no longer haue no Charitie to releeue one with what he hath wrested from another no Pietie to doe Euill that Good may come thereof and no Equitie to get ill with a purpose to bestow it well I would not wish thee to goe to Hell all thy Life with an intent to win Heauen after thy Death Dost thou offend still with purpose to make amends Wealths well bestowing is not enough for the Fault in the getting Satisfaction may appease the Hurt it cannot wipe away the Guilt of Fraud or Oppression But if thou wilt doe Good withall I would aduise thee to doe it while thou hast it in thine hand to doe Doe well with it while it is yet thine What thanks is it to thee what Good is done with it when thou hast left it Doe then resigne it before thou must needs bequeath it thou hadst as good doe Good by thy selfe as others Euen now feed and cloath the Poore that their Loynes and Bowels may blesse thee before thou diest He is but a silly Traueller that so orders for his Iourney as to haue his Prouision sent after him when himselfe is already gone so farre before He may well want it ere it ouertake him Good Workes goe merrily with or before vs they follow but slowly afterwards I dreame but too well of him there 's no such matter he meanes He meanes as Hermocrates to make himselfe his owne Heire and wishes still that his Goods might fall by succession to himselfe Or else with Another will he deuoure his Gold before his Death and so bury it in him Or with such Another sow it in his Sleeue and appoint it to be buried with him Ah this bewitching Wealth ha this Gold this Gold how it ties Mens Hearts vnto it Once Couetous and alwayes so Auarice is commonly the Vice of old Age Whereas other vices then fade this grows afresh And as it begins with Age so it ends not but with Life A Couetous Man growes the fonder of his Gold the sooner he must forgoe it Yea when it must needs Leaue him euen then is he loth to leaue it I haue now said so much of thee that I had almost forgotten my selfe Who thinkst thou am I Euen no better than I would no other than thou oughtst to be Will I like thee abase mine Affections vnto Earth when I am bound to ayme at nothing vnder Heauen To what can I stoope to in a World that am aboue a World I am
the Creatures bound to serue Man longer than Man serues God If he will be so proud as to kicke against him that is his Maker they will bee so bold as to striue against him that should be their Master The bigge and lofty Creatures Buildings Trees Mountaines Rocks these all are obnoxious to euery Tempest and Thundering while the low and little shrimps and Shrubs shroud and stand secure These are dasht and These incouraged by him that putteth downe the Mighty from their Seat and exalteth them of low degree Pride we say will haue a Fall This is but the Ladder by which Men climbe to Ruine This but lifts men vp to cast them down the more violently desperately When you see a Proud Man neare thinke Iudgement not farre off Where there is Pride in the heart there is certainly a plague at his heeles Yet a little while and the Flourishing Bay is gone Bigge Trees stand seldome till they wither but are rather blowne or hewen downe before Yea but I am humble Nor is it thanks-worthy that I am little in mine own eyes since One greater than I made himselfe of no account How can we make vs low enough since He whose shooe latchet we are not worthy to vnloose humbled himselfe at our Feet How can vilenesse be puffed vp since He that was Great beyond estimation made himselfe of no esteeme It is humilitie enough with vs that we subiect vs to our Superiours and preferre vs not before our Equals but too much we count to subiect vs to our Equals and not preferre vs fore our Inferiours But O wondrous Humility He subiected him to Inferiours who among Men and Angels had no Equals He bowed the Heauens when he humbled himselfe to our Life Hee bowed the Head when he humbled himselfe to our Death Odious was our Pride the Pride of the Sonnes of Men That could not be cleansed not be healed but by so rare Humility the Humility of the Sonne of God Why are we puffed for whom our Sauiour was so emptied why so lifted for whom he became so prostrate What Worme of Earth can be lifted vp when the God of Heauen was brought so low We that are base to what can we be abased when Hee was humbled that was so high Oh Dust and Ashes learne to contemne thy selfe for whom the God of Spirits was despised Learne of him that was humbled not onely for thy Pride but to make thee humble Oh learne of him that saith Learne of me for J am meeke and lowly in heart I wonder not that the Deuill was so proud for he was an Angell bright and perfect But it makes me start and gaze to see Man so that is but Dung vile vanishing away The Deuill had more to be proud of than hath Man yet Man will be as proud as the Deuill What is Man thus to forget thus to transgresse his owne Condition Did he seriously consider himselfe this would make him keepe warily within himselfe at least not step so lauishly beyond himselfe Why liftest thou vp thy selfe O Man when thy selfe is enough to pull thee down Art thou not wretched mortall euill Thy blacke Feet will bow thy stiffe necke notwithstanding thy white Feathers What art thou but a Shadow a Sepulcher a Statue a Glasse a Bubble a Blast Dung Dust and Ashes Wormes-meat a crazy Body and full of Corruption a cankred Soule and Fraught with euill whose Being no Being whose Life no Life whose Life is gone or going whose Death is comming and will come And now Earth and Ashes how art thou puffed vp whose Nature and Lot it is to settle and sinke What should a Giant doe in a Dwarfe or so high a minde in so vile a carkasse The Sergeant Purseuant Catch-poll of the Great King that knocketh at the doore of Young and Old high and low rich and poore that equals Scepters and Spades Iron and Straw Bookes and Babbles She turns Beauty into Blacknesse Strength into weaknesse Wisdome into Folly and layes Honour in the Dust Digge vp the Beggers Graue open the Princes Tombe view well both their Skuls and see how like they looke compare their Dust and thou shalt finde no difference Why doth Man in his life so proudly preferre himselfe to the Most and Best whom Death shall once equall to the Least and Last No man is proud but he that is ignorant of himselfe Know then O Man at once and contemne thy selfe Know whence thou wert what thou art and whither thou must Whence thou wert from a muddy Slime What thou art a rotten Dung Whither thou must to the place of Dust and Wormes In all that was or is or is to come here 's nothing to be proud of How can he be proud of himselfe whose Birth is a pollution whose life is a Desolation whose Death is a Corruption our Life is but a step to Death or many Deaths to one Death Youth is the death of Infancie why then are we proud in the Toyes of our Infancie Manhood is the Death of Youth why then are we proud in the pleasures of our Youth Age is the Death of Manhood why then are we proud in the strength ofour Manhood Decrepitnesse is the Death of Age why then are we proud in the wisdome of our Age Lastly Death is the Death of all why then are we proud of any Tush what of all this Thou now thinkest neuer the worse of thy selfe for what thou shalt be Tell thee thou faist not what thou wert or must be but what thou art It s all one for that what thou hast thou mean'st to make much of it while thou hast it Goe to Great-Heart thou wilt ere long be lessened Bee proud yet awhile of thy selfe where shall once be thy Selfe or Pride Doe doe Out-gaze Heauen till Earth gape for thee and spurne Men till Men tread vpon thee Then shall they perceiue thee to be as vile as thou couldst conceiue of them Yea when thine Honour Wisdome Beauty Strength shall be sowne in Weaknesse Horrour Folly and Dishonour Thus shall they entombe and intitle thee at once GOod Reader know That commest nigh Here lies he low That look't so high Both poore and nak't That was gay cloath'd Of all forsak't Who others loath'd He once thought all Enui'd his Worth Nor Great nor Small Now grudge his Turfe The Heauenly Cope Was his Ambition Three Cubits scope Is his Fruition He was aboue all God aboue him He did not lone all Nor God loue him He that him taught First to aspire Now hath him caught And payes his hire The Jrefull OR Angrie BVt whither Sir Hotspur what al in haste A word I pray and you will yet not as you vse a word and a blow Come prethee let me walke thee a while to coole thee Spur not on too fast thou l't either jade or stable thy selfe I conceiue thee and can prescribe Perhaps thou hast not the wit to reckon the Greeke letters not the Grace perhaps to repeate the
and Siluer will not hire her to winke at the Wealthy As dieth the Poore Man so dieth the Rich. Shee knocks as readily and equally at the Kings as at the Beggers Doore Death when she comes comes not to take his Wealth from the Rich man but rather the Rich man from his Wealth That Rich Glutton had laid vp enough in store for many yeares but that Night They Death and the Deuill they fetcht away his Soule His Goods were yet laid vp but his Soule now was fetcht away Trustlesse yea and Witlesse Wretch he was Trustlesse in that denying the Prouidence of God he laid vp for so many yeares Witlesse not considering how for his owne Frailty he could not promise that Night vnto himselfe To what end should I lay vp for many Yeares when I am not sure my yeares shall bee many Why should I so greedily get That to me which I know not how readily I may be fetcht from or it from me Wherefore should I prouide for so long when my Iourny is not farre The little I haue may for what I know out-last my Life I haue I know but a little way Home and I doe not meane to make a Burthen of my Prouision I would haue my Shooe but fitted to my Foot a Cloake too large or long would but tire mee to trauell in It is to Liue as to Swimme easiest for him that is the lightest So I haue sufficient for to Day let to Morrow take care for it selfe Why should my Care be for the Morrow when I am not sure the Morrow shall be mine He that likes not my Resolution let him read my Warrant and vnderstand it Take no thought for the Morrow for the Morrow shall take thought for the Things of it selfe Sufficient vnto the Day is the Euill thereof I doe not meane to make it the worse to me by adding mine owne vnto it Neither will I riot and waste because I may die to Morrow nor yet Couet and scrape because to Morrow may be mine to liue He that so spends the Things of the World as if he were to Die now so spares as if he wert to Liue yet the same vses the World as if he vsed it not And is richer in the Inioyment of a small Portion than is the other in the Keeping of the largest Heape Churlish Death thou saist and the rather so to threaten a Separation betwixt Thee Thine than betwixt Thee and thy selfe Thou irkest lesse I know thy Body and Soules finall Dissolution than thy Mind Monies least Diuision Thou art married to thy MAMMON ty'd in a Knot vnto it which Death onely must vndoe Thou art one with thy Wealth and ere thou wilt not be couetous thou wilt not Be. Hugge thy Heapes yet a while and kisse euery Face of thy Coyne Where thy Treasure is there let thy Heart yet be Death shall scatter thy Treasure when she hits thy Heart While thou thinkst on what thou hast laid vp that Night thou thinkst not on shall come Then shall their Heape stay behind thee and their Guilt onely shall goe with thee And thy Money moreouer shall merit thee this Memoriall BEneath this Stone There lieth One No matter for his Name But base by Birth He once kept Earth And now Earth keepes the same For all his Store He was but Poore Euen wanting what he had Making himselfe A Slaue to Pelfe No Slaue so base so bad His Thoughts were caring Carcase sparing To pamper vp his Purse He liu'd a Hogge Di'd like a Dogge And 's gone with many a Curse HIs Mind was Gold His Corps is Mould Which now lies rotting here This with the Dust That and the Rust Shall once againe appeare God Friends and Health Were all to Wealth Neglected and Contemned Wherefore to Deuils Foes Woes and Euills Hee 's iustly now Condemned