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WHEN autumne ripes, the frutefull fieldes of graine,
And
The heauie eare, doth breake the stalke in twaine,
Wherebie wee see, this by experience cleare:
Hir owne excesse, did cause her proper spoile,
And made her corne, to rotte vppon the soile.
Soe worldlie wealthe, and great aboundaunce, marres:
The sharpenes of our sences, and our wittes,
And oftentimes, our vnderstanding barres,
And dulles the same, with manie carefull fittes:
Then since Excesse procures our spoile and paine,
The meane preferre, before immoderate gaine.
Luxuries praedulce malum, quae dedita semper
Corporis arbitriis, hebetat caligine sensus
Membraque