Book III, 52: On SOLOMONS Rejoyce

Young man Rejoyce: What jolly mirth is here?
Let thy heart cheare thee: What delicious Cheare?
In thy young dayes; Thy Cates will relish sweeter.
Walk thy owne wayes: Thy Cares will passe the fleeter:
Please thine own heart: Carve where it likes thee best:
Delight thine eyes: And be a Joyfull Guest:
But know withall, The Day will come, whereon
Thy Iudge will doome thee for the deeds th'ast done:
O what a Feast! O what a Reckning's here!
The Cates are sweet; The Shot's extreamely deare:
Lord, I have been, and am a dayly Guest
(Too oft invited) at the Young mans Feast:
The Reckning's great; Although I cannot pay,
I can confesse; Great God, before this Day,
I had been dragd to the redeemlesse Iayle,
Hadst thou not pleas'd t'accept my Saviours Baile;
Lord, he must bear't I doubt: For I can get
Nor Coyne to pay, nor labour out the Debt:
I cannot digge, my Ioynts are starke and lame,
But I can begge, although I beg with shame;
I have no Grace in begging; can receive
The first repulse: I have no Faith, to crave:
If th'entertainments of the Feast be these;
Lord give me Famine; take the Feast that please: