Our fathers did but use the world before

And having used did leave the same to us.

We spill what ever resteth of their store.

What can our heirs inherit but our curse?

For we have sucked the sweet and sap away,

And sowed consumption in the fruitful ground:

The woods and forests clad in rich array,

With nakedness and baldness we confound.

We have defaced the lasting monuments

And caused all honour to have end with us:

The holy temples fell our ravishments.

What can our heirs inherit but our curse?

The world must end, for men are so accursed,

Unless God end it sooner: they will first.