¶ On Luxury.
SEneca speaks of some (of tender years
Suppos'd) that hang'd their Lordships at their ears.
And in our time, Gallants, to their disgrace,
Convert their Lands to Feathers and to Lace;
Wasting their Rents to purchase Silks and Stuffs,
Mortgaging Mannours to procure them Muffs.
This they have left, when all things else are gone;
Air for their breath, and Earth to tread upon.
Apicius in his Kitchin did expend
Two millions of Gold; and in the end,
Having devour'd so much, begins to think
What might remain of his huge mass of Chink:
Finding Two hundred thousand crowns, no more,
He then concluded he was waxing poor:
Too little 'twas his humour to suffice,
Wherefore he poyson drinks, and so he dies.
Thus our Estates, though large, in vain are spent,
When the main thing is wanting; that's Content.
The Glutton Philoxenus did •…•…inveigh
Against Dame Nature, and for what, I pray?
It was because his neck was made so short,
His eating was no recreating sport,
But wisht his neck were like a Cranes for length,
Better to relish his sweet morsels strength.