In hell is no order nor hope of remedy
But sorowe vpon sorowe, and that euerlastyngly.
Yet fynde I another vyce as bad as this
Whiche is the vyce of prodygalyte
He spendyth all in ryot and amys
Without all order, pursuynge pouertye
He lyketh nat to lyue styll in prosperite
But all and more he wastyth out at large
(Beware the ende) is the leste poynt of his charge.
But of the couetous somwhat to say agayne