For all did reape the fatnesse of the soyle,
No man for meate nor mony then did toyle,
But al reioyce with ioyful iubily,
And al were soust with sinful gluttony.
16.
As cloudes dissolude fayre Phœbus dooth deface,
So plague my plenty dim’d with darke disease:
For whilste my realme in ryot ran her race,
They playde, not prayed, and did their God displease:
For which they drownde in sorrowe’s surging seas,