Ingelend, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1560 [c.1559-1570] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 494 words
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And showed our strength on either side, Yet often times a fall they received, When through my policy their feefe did slide. Wherefore (my dear children) I warn ye all, Take heed, take heed of my temptation: For commonly at the last ye have the fall And also brought to Desperation. O it is a sorye for many to strive And think of me to get the upper hand: For unless that God make them to thrive They can not against me stick or stand. And though that God on hye have his dominion And ruleth the world every where: Yet by your leave, I have a portion, Of this same earth that standeth here. The kingdom of God is above in Heaven And mine is I tell you beneath in Hell: But yet a greater place if he had dealt even He should have given me and mine to devil, For to my Palace of every Nation Of what degree or birth so ever they be. Come running in with such festination, That other whiles they amazed me, O all the Iewes, and all the Turks, Yea and a great part of Christian doom When they have done my will, and my works In the end they fly hither all and some. There is no miunte of the day There is no minute of the night: But that in my Palace there is alway Crowding together a marvelous sight, They come on thicker, than swarms of Bees, And make such a noise and crying out: That many a one lieth on his knees, With thousands kept under, and closed about Not so much as my parlours, halls, and every chamber By Porches, my galeryes, and my court: My entries, my kitchen, and my Larder, But with all manner people be filled throughout. What shall I say more, I can not tell, But of this (my children) I am certain, There comes more in one hour unto Hell, Then unto Heaven, in a month or twain. And yet for all this, my Nature is such That I am not pleased with this company, But out of my kingdom I must walk much That one or other I may take tardy, Ho, ho, ho, I am never once afraid With these my Claws you for to touch, For I will not leave till you be paid, Such treasure, as is within my Pouche. The world is my Son, and I am his Father And also the flesh, is a daughter of mine It is I alone, that taught them to gather, Both Gold and Silver that is so fine. Wherefore I suppose that they love me well And my Commandments gladly obey, That at the last then unto Hell, They may come all the ready way. But now (I know) since I came hither There is such a multitude at my gate, That I must again repair down thither After mine old manner and rate.
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And ſhewed our ſtrength on eyther ſyde, Yet often tymes a fall they receyued, When throughe my Polycye their feefe dyd ſlyde. Wherfore (my dere children) I warne ye all, Take hede, take hede of my temptation: For cōmenly at the laſt y haue the fall And alſo brought to Deſperacion. Oh it is a forye for many to ſtryue And thynke of me to get the vpper hande: For vnleſſe that God make them to thryue They can not agaynſt me ſticke or ſtande. And thoughe that God on hy haue his domynion And ruleth the worlde euery where: Yet by your leaue, I haue a porcion, Of this ſame earth that ſtandeth here. The kyngdome of God is aboue in Heauen And myne is I tell you beneth in Hell: But yet a greater place if he had delt euen He ſhulde haue gyuen me and myne to dwell, For to my Palace of euery Nation Of what degree or birth ſo euer they be. Come runnynge in with ſuch feſtination, That other whyles they amaſed me, Oh all the Iewes, and all the Turkes, Yea and a great parte of Chriſten dome When they haue done my wyll, and my workes In the ende they flye hither all and ſome. There is no miunte of the daye There is no minute of the nyghte: But that in my Palace there is alwaye Crowdynge togither a meruaylous ſighte, They come on thicker, then ſwarmes of Bees, And make ſuch a noyſe and cryinge out: That many a one lyeth on his knees, With thouſandes kept vnder, and cloſed about Not ſo much as my parlours, halles, and euery chamber By Porches, my galeryes, and my courte: My entryes, my kytchyn, and my Larder, But with all maner people be fylled throughout. What ſhall I ſaye more, I can not tell, But of this (my chyldren) I am certayne, There comes more in one houre vnto Hell, Then vnto Heauen, in a moneth or twayne. And yet for all this, my Nature is ſuch That I am not pleaſed with this company, But out of my kyngdome I muſt walke muche That one or other I maye take tardye, Ho, ho, ho, I am neuer ones afrayde With theſe my Clawes you for to touche, For I wyll not leaue tyll you be payde, Suche treaſure, as is within my Pouche. The worlde is my Sonne, and I ame his Father And alſo the fleſſhe, is a doughter of myne It is I alone, that taught them to gather, Both Golde and Syluer that is ſo fyne. Wherfore I ſuppoſe that they loue me well And my Cōmaun dementes gladly obaye, That at the laſt then vnto Hell, They maye come all the redy waye. But now (I knowe) ſynce I came hither There is ſuch a multitude at my gate, ¶ That I muſt agaynt repayre downe thyther After myne olde maner and rate.