The devils banquet described in four sermons [brace], 1. The banquet propounded, begun, 2.…The deuills banket described in foure sermons [brace], 1. The banket propounded, begunne, 2.…

At first the Devils guest pursues pleasure so eagerly, that he would break down the bars that shut it from him, and quarrel, with venture of his blood, for his delights, nay for the conditions of his own sorrow and damnation. Now pleasure is offered him: no, it will not down. Music stands at his Window: it makes him as mad with discontent, as it did once with joy. No •est can stir his laughter, no company can waken his unreasonable and unseasonable melancholy. Now he that was madder then N•ro in his delights, fear• compasseth him on every side. He starts at his own shadow, and would change firmness with an Aspen leaf. He thinks, like the Burgundians, every Thistle a Lance, every Tree a man, every man a Devil. They fear, where no fear was, saith the Psalmist. They think, they see, what they do not see. This is the wicked mans alteration: time is, he will not be warned; time comes, he will not be comforted. Then he is satisfied with lusts, that thought satisfaction ⟨p. 173⟩impossible. Riches weary him now to keep them more then they wearied him once to get them; and that was enough. So I have read the oppressors will. Lego omnia bona mea domino Regi, corpus sepulturae, animam diabolo. I bequeath all my goods to the King, my body to the grave, my soul to the Devil. He that did wrong to all, would now seem to do right to some; in giving his coin to the Prince, whom he had deceived; his soul to the Devil, whom he had se•ued. Wherein, as he had formerly injured man, now he in•ures both God and himself too.

At first the Deuils guest pursues pleasure so eagerly, that hee would breake downe the barres that shut it from him, and quarrell, with venture of his blood, for his delights, nay for the conditions of his owne sorrow and damnation. Now pleasure is offered him: no, it will not downe. Musicke stands at his Windore: it makes him as mad with discontent, as it did once with ioy. No •est can stirre his laughter, no companie can waken his vnreasonable and vnseasonable melancholy. Now hee that was madder then N•ro in his delights, fear• compasseth him on euerie side. Hee starts at his owne shaddow, and would change firmenesse with an Aspen leafe. He thinkes, like the Burgundians, euery Thistle a Launce, euery Tree a man, euery man a Deuill. They feare, where no feare was, saith the Psalmist. They thinke, they see, what they doe not see. This is the wicked mans alteration: time is, he will not be warned; time comes, hee will not be comforted. Then he is satisfied with lusts, that thought satisfaction