The gallants burden A sermon preached at Pauls Cross, the twenty nine of March,…The gallants burden A sermon preached at Paules Crosse, the twentie nine of March,…

What then mean those Greedy Dogs in this Prophecy,¹ to bark so madly, Bring more Wine, for to morrow shall be as to day, yea, much more abundant. Me thinks, I hear the gallant Epicures (the christened Atheists) of this City, knock thus in Taverns, for yet more Wine, crowning the day with Riots, and blessing the morrow with promised Surfeits, as if the Night should never come: alas (Nescis quid serus vesper ferat) thou knowest not what sad news the Evening will bring: thou braggest with Cesar, the Day is come; We tell thee, as Caesars friend, It is come indeed and begun; it is not ended: the Lease of Vanity, is but a Day; it may be not a moment, the tenure of this world is uncertaine. Medio de fonte leporum, surgit amari aliquid: From out of the midst of the fount of Delicacies, ariseth ever some Bitterness: when you have spent your strengths, your estates, bloods, souls, upon Vanity, all is but (Unius diej hilaris insanta) the merry madness of a day;² which to buy with the eternity of insufferable Torments, is a dear purchase: If they be not short of content and satisfaction, I am sure, they are of continuance: They do not always follow a man living, ever forsake him when he dyes.

What then meane those Greedy Dogges in this Prophecie,¹ to barke so madly, Bring more Wine, for to morrow shall be as to day, yea, much more abundant. Mee thinkes, I heare the gallant Epicures (the christned Atheistes) of this Citie, knocke thus in Tauerns, for yet more Wine, crowning the day with Riots, and blessing the morrow with promised Surfets, as if the Night should neuer come: alas (Nescis quid serus vesper ferat) thou knowest not what sadde newes the Euening will bring: thou braggest with Cesar, the Day is come; Wee tell thee, as Cesars friend, It is come indeed and begun; it is not ended: the Lease of Vanitie, is but a Day; it may be not a moment, the tenure of this world is vncertaine. Medio de fonte leporum, surgit amari aliquid: From out of the midst of the fount of Delicacies, ariseth euer some Bitternesse: when you haue spent your strengthes, your estates, bloodes, soules, vpon Vanitie, all is but (Vnius diej hilaris insanta) the merry madnesse of a day;²