Mace(i)
1 As for you that are rich: weep, and lament the miserys that are falling upon you.
2 your wealth is wasted, your wardrobe is devour'd by the worm,
3 and your gold and silver by rust: that rust shall convict you: that rust shall corrode your flesh like a caustic, which you have treasur'd up against the last days.
4 hark! what a noise there is of hire, of which you cheated the labourers, who gather'd in your harvest! the cries of the reapers have reach'd even the Lord of the celestial militia.
5 you have liv'd on the earth in voluptuousness and luxury: you have indulg'd your selves as in a day of sacrifice:
6 you have condemn'd the just, you have put him to death, though he did not oppose you.