Ingelend, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1560 [c.1559-1570] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 433 words
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And last of all, to make an end, O God to the we most humbly pray: That to Queen Elizabeth thou do send Thy lively path, and perfect way, Grant her in health to reign. With us many years most prosperoustye: And after this life for to attain, The eternal bliss, joy, and felicity. Our bishops, pastors, and ministers also The true understanding of thy word, Both night and day, now mercifully show, That their life and preaching may godly accord, The Lords of the Counsel, and the Nobility, Most heavenly Father, we thee desire: With grace, wisdom, and godly policy, Their hearts and minds, always inspire. And that we thy people duly considering The power of our Queen and great authority, May please thee and serve her without feigning, living in peace, rest, and tranquilytie. WHy doth the world study vainglory to aff●yne The prosperity whereof is short and transitory Whose mighty power, doth fall down again, Like earthen ports, that breaketh suddenly. Believe rather words that be written in Ice Then the wretched world with his subtylytie: deceitful in Gi●ces, men only to entice, destitute of measure credence and fidelity. give credit more to men of true judgements Then to the worldly renown and joys: Replenys shed with dreams and vain intentes, Aboun dynge in wicked and noughtye toyes. Where is now Solomon in wisdom so excellence Where is now Samyson, in battle so strong? Where is now Absolons in beauty resplendent? Where is now good Iousthas hid so long? Where is now Cesar in victory triumphing? Where is now Tines, in dishes so dainty? Where is now Tully in Gloquence exceeding? Where is now Article, learned so deeply? What Emperoves, kings, and Dukes in times past? What Earies and Lords, and Captains of war? What Popes and bishops, all at the last, In the twy●●kynge of an eye are fled so far? How short a Feast is this worldly ioyenge? Even as it shadewe 〈◊〉 passeth away, Depry●●ge a 〈◊〉 of byttes everlasting Leading to dashed 〈◊〉 not to day. O meat of worms, O heap of dust, O like to dew climb not to high: To live to morrow, thou canst not trust, Therefore now betime help the needy The fles shely Beauty, whereat thou dost wondre, In holy Scripture is likened to Hay: And as a Leaf in a stormy weather, So is man's life blown clean a way, call nothing thine that may be lost, The world doth give and take again: But set thy mind on the holy Ghost, Despise the world that is so vain.
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And laſt of all, to make an ende, O God to the we moſt humblye praye: That to Queene Elizabeth thou do ſende Thy lyuely pathe, and perfecte waye, Graunte her in health to raygne. With vs many yeares moſt proſperouſtye: And after this lyfe for to attayne, The eternall blyſſe, Ioye, and felycytie. Our Byſſhoppes, paſtoures, and Myniſters alſo The true vnderſtandynge of thy worde, Both nyght and daye, nowe mercyfully ſhowe, That their lyfe and preachynge maye godly accorde, The Lordes of the Counſell, and the Nobylytie, Moſt heauenly Father, we thee deſyre: With grace, wiſdome, and godly polycie, Their hartes and myndes, alwayes inſpyre. And that we thy people duelye conſyderynge The power of our Queene and great auctorytie, Maye pleaſe thee and ſerue her without faynynge, Lyuynge in peace, reſt, and tranquilytie. WHy doth the worlde ſtudye vaynglory to affyne The proſperytye wherof is ſhorte and tranſitory Whoſe mighty power, doth fall downe agayne, Lyke earthen portes, that breaketh ſo daynly. ¶ Beleue rather wordes that be wrytten in Ice Then the wretched world with his ſubtylytie: Diſceytfull in Gices, men onelie to entyce, Deſtytute of ſure credence and fydelytie. ¶ Gyne credyt more to men of true Iudgementes Then to the worldly renowne and ioyes: Replenyſ ſhed with dreames and vayne intentes, Aboun dynge in wicked and noughtye toyes. ¶ Where is now Salomon in wiſdome ſo excellence Where is now Samyſon, in battell ſo ſtronge? Where is now Aſolo in Beantie reſplendent? Where is now good Iousthas hyd ſo longe? ¶ Where is now Ceſar in victorye tryumphynge? Where is now Tines, in diſſhes ſo dayntie? Where is now Tully in Gloquence excedynge? Where is now Arle, learned ſo depely? ¶ What Emperoues, kyngs, and Dukes in times paſt? What Earies and Lordes, and Captaynes of warre? What Popes and Byſſhoppes, all at the laſt, In the twykynge of an eye are fled ſo farre? ¶ Howe ſhorte a Feaſte is this worldly ioyenge? Euen as it ſhadewe paſſeth awaye, Depryge a of bytes euerlaſtynge Leadynge to daed not to daye. ¶ O meate of wormes, O heape of duſte, O lyke to dewe clyme not to hye: To lyue to morowe, thou canſt not truſte, Therfore now betyme helpe the nedye ¶ The fleſ ſhely Beautie, wherat thou doeſt wondre, In holy Scripture is lykened to Haye: And as a Leafe in a ſtormye weather, So is mannes lyfe blowen cleane a waye, ¶ Calle nothynge thyne that maye be loſt, The worlde doth gyue and take agayne: But ſet thy mynde on the holy Ghoſte, Deſpyſe the worlde that is ſo vayne.