Theol. This I say further: that when men have swinked and sweat, carked & cared, moiled and turmoiled, drudged & droiled by night & by day, by sea and by land, with much care and sorrow, much labour and grief, to rake together the things of this life; yet at last, all will away again, and we must end where we began. ⟨p. 80⟩For, as Job said; Naked we came into the world: and naked we must go out. Job 1. For even as a wind-mill beateth it self, maketh a great noise, whistleth and whisketh about from day to day, all the year long; yet at the years end standeth still where it begun, being not moved one foot backward or forward: so when men have blustered and blown all that they can, & have even run themselves out of breath, to scrape up the commodities of the earth, yet at last they must (spite of their beards) end where they began: end with nothing, as they began with nothing: end with a winding sheet, as they began with swaddling clouts. For what is become of the greatest Monarchs, Kings, Princes, Potentates, and Magnificoes, that ever the world had? Where is Cyrus, Darius, Xerxes, Alexander, Caesar, Pompey, Scipio and Hannibal? Where are the valiant Henrys, and noble Edwards of England? Are they not all gone down to the house of oblivion? Are they not all returned to their dust, and all their thoughts perish? Though they were as Gods, yet have they died as a man, are fallen like others.
Who now careth for them? who talketh of them? who feareth them? who regardeth them? do not beggars tread upon them? Yet while they lived, they were the Lords of the world: ⟨p. 81⟩they were as terrible as Lions: fearful to all men: full of pomp and glory, dignity and majesty. They ploughed up all things, they bare all before them, and who but they? But now they have given up the ghost, and are (as Job saith)1 gone down to the house appointed for all the living. Their pomp is descended with them, and all their glory is buried in the ashes. They are now covered under a clod, cast out into a vault, made companions to toads, and the worms do eat them: and what is become of their souls, is most of all to be feared.
Thus we see, how all flesh doth but make a vain show for a while upon this Theatre of misery, fetcheth a compass about, and is presently gone. For as the Poet saith: Seriùs aut citiùs sedem properamus ad unam: First, or last, we must all to the grave.
Theol. This I say further: that when men haue swinked and sweat, carked & cared, moiled and turmoiled, drudged & droiled by night & by day, by sea and by land, with much care and sorrow, much labour and griefe, to rake together the things of this life; yet at last, all will away again, and we must end where we began. ⟨p. 80⟩For, as Iob said; Naked wee came into the world: and naked we must goe out. Iob 1. For euen as a wind-mill beateth it selfe, maketh a great noise, whisleth and whisketh about from day to day, all the yéere long; yet at the yéeres end standeth still where it begun, being not mooued one foot backward or forward: so when men haue blustered and blowen all that they can, & haue euen run themselues out of breath, to scrape vp the commodities of the earth, yet at last they must (spite of their beards) end where they began: end with nothing, as they began with nothing: end with a winding shéet, as they began with swadling clouts. For what is become of the greatest Monarchs, Kings, Princes, Potentates, and Magnificoes, that euer the world had? Where is Cyrus, Darius, Xerxes, Alexander, Caesar, Pompey, Scipio and Hanniball? Where are the valiant Henries, and noble Edwards of England? Are they not all gone downe to the house of obliuion? Are they not all returned to their dust, and all their thoughts perish? Though they were as Gods, yet haue they died as a man, are fallen like others.
Who now careth for them? who talketh of them? who feareth them? who regardeth them? do not beggars tread vpon them? Yet while they liued, they were the Lords of the world: ⟨p. 81⟩they were as terrible as Lions: fearefull to all men: full of pompe and glorie, dignitie and maiestie. They plowed vp all things, they bare all before them, and who but they? But now they haue giuen vp the ghost, and are (as Iob saith)1 gone downe to the house appointed for all the liuing. Their pompe is descended with them, and all their glorie is buried in the ashes. They are now couered vnder a cled, cast out into a vault, made companions to toades, and the wormes do eat them: and what is become of their soules, is most of all to be feared.
Thus wée sée, how all flesh doth but make a vaine shew for a while vpon this Theatre of misery, fetcheth a compasse about, and is presently gone. For as the Poet saith: Seriùs aut citiùs sedem properamus ad vnam: First, or last, we must all to the graue.
- 1Job 30. 23.Iob 30. 23.
