The Epicures counsell, eate, drinke, and plaie

MY Friend, where as thou séest thy selfe
to be a man in déede,
Eate, quaffe, and play, with present ioyes
thy greedie fansie féede.
For I (thou séest) am dust become
that earst so welthie was:
I haue that I aliue did eate,
the reast away did passe.
What so I poorde in pampred paunch
and to my guts conuaide,
To gaping grounde with me I bore,
the reast behinde is staide.
My haughtie buildings huge to sée,
my Turrets and my traine,
My Horse, my Houndes, my cofred Coine
for others doe remaine.
Wherefore a Myrrour make of mée
and drowne thee in delight:
For Death will swéepe away thy welth
and reaue thy pleasures quight.