. Eveyman; a moral play. th say. a^Oti speakethI perceive here in my MajestyHow that all creatures be to me unkind,Living without dread in worldly prosperity:Of ghostly sight the people be so blind,Drowned in sin, they knew me not for their God;In worldly riches is all their mind,They fear not my rightwiseness, the sharp rod;My law that I showed, when I for them died,They forget clean, and shedding of my blood red;I hanged between two, it cannot be denied;To get them life I suffered to be dead;I healed their feet, with thorns hurt was my head:I could do no more than I did now I see t
. Eveyman; a moral play. th say. a^Oti speakethI perceive here in my MajestyHow that all creatures be to me unkind,Living without dread in worldly prosperity:Of ghostly sight the people be so blind,Drowned in sin, they knew me not for their God;In worldly riches is all their mind,They fear not my rightwiseness, the sharp rod;My law that I showed, when I for them died,They forget clean, and shedding of my blood red;I hanged between two, it cannot be denied;To get them life I suffered to be dead;I healed their feet, with thorns hurt was my head:I could do no more than I did now I see the people do clean forsake me:^They use the seven deadly sins pride, covetise, wrath, and in the world be made commendable:And thus they leave of angels the heavenly man liveth so after his own pleasure,And yet of their life they be nothing sure:I see the more that I them forbearThe worse they be from year to year;All that liveth appaireth fast,Therefore I will in all the haste [ 2 ]. Have a reckoning of every mans person; For, and I leave the people thus alone In their life and wicked tempests, Verily they will become much worse than beasts; For now one would by envy another up eat; Charity they do all clean forget. I hoped well that every man In my glory should make his mansion, And thereto I had them all elect; But now I see, like traitors deject. They thank me not for the pleasure that I to them yet for their being that I them have lent;I proffered the people great multitude of mercy,And few there be that asketh it heartly;They be so cumbered with worldly riches,That needs on them I must do every man living without art thou. Death, thou mighty messenger? Almighty God, I am here at your will,Your commandment to fulfil. Go thou to Everyman, And show him in my name A pilgrimage he must on him take. Which he in no wise may escape; And that he bring with him a sure reckoning Without delay or any tarrying. [ 3
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