Bishops(i)
1 Go to nowe ye riche men, weepe and howle on your wretchednesse that shall come vpon you
2 Your riches is corrupt, your garmentes are motheaten
3 Your golde and siluer is cankred, and the rust of them shalbe a witnesse agaynst you, and shall eate your fleshe as it were fyre. Ye haue heaped treasure together in your last dayes
4 Beholde, the hire of labourers, which haue reaped downe your fieldes, which hire is of you kept backe by fraude, cryeth: and the cryes of them which haue reaped, are entred into the eares of the Lorde Sabaoth
5 Ye haue liued in pleasure on the earth, and ben wanton: Ye haue nourisshed your heartes, as in a day of slaughter
6 Ye haue condempned and kylled the iust, and he hath not resisted you