I. KILL YOU ALL   

Mark well the effect, purtreyed here in all:  
The Prelate with his dignities renown,   

The King that rules, the Lawyer in the hall,  
The Harlot and the country toiling Clown:   

How and which way together they agree,  
And what their talk and conference might be.   

Each to their cause, for guard of their degree,  
And yet death is the conqueror you see.   

THe bishop vaunts to pray for tother four,  
As who would say, he holds the palm & pri e,  
And that in him and his most holy power,  
It doth depend, their causes to suffice  
I pray (saith he) that Christ's continual grace  
May them conduct, & guide in every place.   

THe puissant King he claimeth to defend,  
The bishop and the other three like case,  
In all conflicts or broils unto the end,  
Who but his power their enemies doth deface  
He ●ursters men, and sends them forth a far  
In their behalf, to maintain deadly war.   

THe smiling quean, the harlot called by name,  
Stands stiff upon the blafe of beauty brave,  
To vanquish all, she makes her prized claim.  
And that she ought the golden spurs to have,  
For by her flights she can bewitch the best,  
The strong, the Lawyer, & the rest.   

THe Lawyer he, in title of his claim,  
Presumeth next, by law and justice true,  
Somewhat the more, to elevate his name:  
For law (saith he) all discord doth subdue:  
It endeth strife, it gives to each his right,  
And wholly doth contention vanquish quite   

THe country clown full loath to lose his rigth,  
Puts in his foot, and pleads to be the chief.  
What can they do (saith he) by power or might,  
If that by me they have not their relief?  
For want of food they should all perish than,  
What say you now to me the country man.   

For want of me they should both line and lack,  
For want of me they could not till the earth,  
And that's the cause I carry on my back,  
This table here of plenty not of dearth.  
I feast them all, their hunger I appease,  
For by my toil they feed even at their ease.   

DEath that aloof in stealing wise doth stand  
Hearing the vaunts that they begin to make.  
Strait steppeth forth, with piercing dart ● hand  
And boldly seems the quarrel up to take.  
Are they (saith he) so proud in their degree,  
Lo, here by me soon conquered shall they be,   

And standing by to give their later food,  
He entereth strait, the conquest to attain,  
there's none of them (saith he) the chiefest blond  
That valiant death intendeth to refrain,  
I'll crop their crown & garlands fresh and gay,  
And at the last I'll shrine them all in clay.   

I pray for you all.  
I help you all to your right.  
I defend you all.  
I vanquish you all.  
I seed you all.  
I will kill you all.   

(⁂) The Author's Apostrophe to the Reader.  

Here may you see, what as the world might be,  
The rich, the poor, Earl, Cesar, Duke, & King▪  
Death spareth not the chiefest high degree,  
He triumphs still, on every earthly thing,  
While then we live let us endeavour still,  
That all our works agree with God's goodwill.