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Whose liuinges large, and treasure did exceede:
Yet to his goodes, he was so much in thrall,
That still he vs'd on beetes, and rapes to feede:
So of his stoare, the sweete he neuer knewe,
And longe did robbe, his bellie of his due.
This Caitiffe wretche, with pined corpes lo heare,
Compared right vnto the foolishe asse,
Whose backe is fraighte with cates, and daintie cheare,
But to his share commes neither corne, nor grasse,
Yet beares he that, which settes his teeth on edge:
And pines him selfe, with thistle and with sedge.
Nam quid mihi opus vita est, qui tantum auri
Perdidi, quod custodiui sedulò? egomet me fraudaui
Animumque, meum geniumque meum, &c.
Aurum omnes victa iam pietate, colunt.
Auro pulsa fides, auro venalia iura,
Aurum lex sequitur, mox sine lege pudor.
Frigoris impatiens: pa-
tiens operúmque, fa-
misque:
Ecce rudes Asinus dat
rudis ore sonos.