The Aunswere to the vile and canckred counsell of the outragious Epicure

MY Friend, for that I sée my selfe
to be a man in déede,
Thy quaffing counsell I refuse,
vnlesse to serue my néede.
I muse no whit that thou art dust,
thy beastly lyuing héere
Was meane to bring thée to thy bane,
the sooner for thy chéere.
Thou thoughts to pamper vp thy paunch,
but thou didst feede ywis
The gréedie Wormes that gnaw thy guts,
for them a daintie dish.
Good reason that thou shouldst forgo
and leaue thy goods behinde,
For that a beast so lyke a beast
didst liue against thy kinde.
A man in name, no man in déede
thou art that counselst mée
To liue as thou hast liude, and die
a Monster like to thée.
For since thy lyfe so lothsome was,
and shamefull cake thy death:
I will beware, and make a Glasse
of thée whilst I haue breath,
To shunne thy sluttish sinfull Sect,
thy tipling and thy toyes:
For after death those pleasures passe
as did thy fickle ioyes.