Epigram 37 (Festus and this vile world haue shaken hands,)

Festus and this vile world haue shaken hands,
Opprobrious riches were to him such griefe,
That he hath so dispatcht his wealth and lands,
That no man now can cast them in his teeth,
Now what is not vndone? and what remaines,
To Festus of his former happinesse?
Ritch with all humours, onely he retaines
Good natur'd grosnesse, and a bounch of flesh.
But Philo take you care no more of that,
For if ye doe, you will vndoe your fatt.