Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Presently in deed from him thou shalt not go, And why? because God's will hath not determined so. But in time thou treasure shalt be turned to rust, And as for pleasure he shall now attend on the Just. Gog's wounds these pangs increase ever more. And my little finger is spitefully sore, you will not believe how my heel doth ache, Nay let me alone your part I will take, Be of good comfort while I here remain. For pleasure and he shallbe parted in twain, It is not meet that he should be participate with lust But rather with the virtuous godly and just. Remain with me still master pleasure I say. Nay there is no remedy I must away, For where God doth send punition and pain, I pleasure in no case can not remain. I could in like case separate thy treasure. But God doth admonish thee by losing thy pleasure. Far well in the devils name old lousy lout, That my master will die I stand in great doubt, Ho, ho, ho, how is it with you master Lust, By the flesh of Goliath, yet Treasure is my trust, Though pleasure be gone, and I live in pain, I doubt not but Treasure will fetch him again. Yea, that I will fear not & with you remain. The property of rich men undoubtedly he hath, Which think with money to pacify God's wrath, And health at their pleasure to buy and to sell, How is it master Lust, are you any thing well. Against this Visitation my heart doth rebel, Gog's wounds, shall I still in these pangs remain. Fear you not master Lust, I will help you again Treasure in physic exceedeth Gallenus, Tush there is no physician but we shall have with us. To the ease of your body they will you bring, And therefore I pray you despair in nothing, Put your trust always in me lady treasure, And I will restore you again unto pleasure, For I am the Gods that therein hath power, Which shall remain perfect unto the last hour. Yea, yea, master Lust, be as merry as you may, Let Treasure be your trust who so ever say nay. The ancient Greeks have called me Chronos, Which in our vulgar tongue signifieth time. I am entered in presently for a certainly purpose, Even to turn treasure to rust and to slime, And Lust which hath long disdained the just, Ensuing his filthy and vile inclination, Shall immediately be turned to dust, To the example of all the whole congregation, For time bringeth both these matters to pass, As experience hath taught in every age, And you shall behold the same in this glass, As a document both profitable and sage, Both Lust and treasure come forth with speed Into the shop of the most mighty God, There shall you be beaten to powder in deed, And for your abusion, feel his scourge and rod.
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Preſently in dede from him thou ſhalt not go, And why? becauſe Gods will hath not determined ſo. But in time thou treaſure ſhalt be turned to ruſte, And as for pleaſure he ſhall nowe attend on the Iuſt. Gogs woundes theſe panges encreaſe euer more. And my littell finger is ſpitefully ſore, you will not beleue how my hele doth ake, Nay let me alone your part I will take, Be of good comforte whyle I here remaine. For pleaſure and he ſhalbe parted in twaine, It is not mete that he ſhould be participate with luſt But rather with the vertuous godly and Iuſte. Remaine with me ſtill maiſter pleaſure I ſay. Nay there is no remedy I muſt away, For where God doth ſende punition and paine, I pleaſure in no caſe can not remaine. I could in like caſe ſeparate thy treaſure. But God doth admoniſhe thee by loſing thy pleaſure. Fare well in the deuils name olde louſy loute, That my maiſter will die I ſtand in great doubte, Ho, ho, ho, howe is it with you maiſter Luſte, By the fleſhe of Goliah, yet Treaſure is my truſte, Though pleaſure be gone, and I liue in paine, I doubt not but Treaſure will fetche him againe. Yea, that I will feare not & with you remayne. The propertie of riche men vndoubtedly he hath, Whiche thinke with monie to pacifie Gods wrath, And health at their pleaſure to bye and to ſell, Howe is it maiſter Luſte, are you any thing well. Againſt this Viſitation my harte doth rebell, Gogs woundes, ſhall I ſtill in theſe panges remaine. Feare you not maiſter Luſt, I wil helpe you againe Treaſure in phiſicke exceadeth Gallenus, Tuſhe there is no phiſition but we ſhall haue with vs. To the eaſe of your body they will you bringe, And therefore I praie you diſpaire in nothing, Put your truſt alwayes in me lady treaſure, And I will reſtore you againe vnto pleaſure, For I am the Goddes that therein hath power, Which ſhall remaine perfect vnto the laſt houre. Yea, yea, maiſter Luſte, be as mery as you may, Let Treaſure be your truſte who ſo euer ſay nay. The auncient Grekes haue called me Chronos▪ Whiche in our vulgar tongue ſignifieth time. I am entred in preſently for a certainly purpoſe, Euen to turne treaſure to ruſte and to ſlime, And Luſte which hath long diſdained the Iuſte, Enſuing his filthy and vyle inclination, Shall immediatly be turned to duſte, To the example of all the whole congregation, For time bringeth both theſe matters to paſſe, As experience hath taught in euery age, And you ſhall beholde the ſame in this glaſſe, As a document both profitable and ſage, Both Luſt and treaſure come foorth with ſpede Into the ſhop of the moſt mighty God, There ſhall you be beaten to pouder in dede, And for your abuſion, fele his ſcourge and rod.