Chastising A King

Quid tu quoque, ut Propheta ait, catule leonine, Aureli Canine, agis? Nonne eodem quo supra dictus, si non exiiabiliore parricidiorum forniactionum adulteriorumque caeno uelut quibusdam marinis irruentibus tibi voraris feraliter undis? Nonne pacem patriae mortiferum ceu serpentem odiens civiliaque bella et crebras iniuste praedas sitiens animae tuae caelestis portas pacis ac refrigerii praecludis? Relictus, quaeso, iam solus ac si arbor in medio campo arescens recordare patrum fratrumque tuorum supervacuam fantasiam, iuvenilem inmaturamque mortem. Num centennis tu ob religiosa merita uel coaevus Mathuselae exceptus paene omni prole servarberis? Nequaquam. Sed nisi citius, ut psalmista ait, conversus fueris ad Dominum, ensem in te vibrabit in brevi suum rex ille qui per prophetam ego inquit occidam et ego vivere faciam; percutiam et ego sanabo, et non est qui de manu mea possit eruere. quam ob rem excutere de faetido pulvere tuo et convertere ad eum toto corde, qui creavit te, ut cum exarserit in brevi ira eius, beatus sis sperans in eum, sin alias, aeternae te manebunt poenae conterendum saeva continue et nequaquam absumendum tartari fauce. Sanctus Gildas Sapiens, De Excidio et Conquestu Britanniae Source:  Migne PL 69.350

You also, lion whelp, 1 as the Prophet says, what are you doing, Aurelius Caninus? Are you not as ruined as those we have spoken of above, if not more so, with the filth of parricides, fornications and adulteries, like waves of the sea crashing wildly over you? Have you not, hating your country's peace, as if it were some deadly serpent, or by your unjust thirsting for civil wars and abundant spoil, closed the gates of heavenly peace and rest on your soul? Forsaken and alone now, like a withered tree in the middle of a field, remember, I bid you, the empty dreams of your fathers and brothers and their early and untimely deaths. Will you, by pious merit, a rare exception among all your stock, survive for a hundred years, or equal the age of Methuselah? By no means. But unless, as the Psalmist says, you are very swiftly converted to the Lord, in brief time that King will soon brandish His sword against you, 2 who says by the Prophet: 'I will kill and I will give life; I shall wound and I shall heal, and there is no one who can deliver out of My hand.' 3 Thus shake your filthy dust from yourself, 4 and with your whole heart turn to Him who created you, so that when His anger quickly blazes forth, you may be blessed in your hope in Him, 5 otherwise eternal punishment awaits you, you who shall be always tormented, never consumed, in the fell abyss of hell. Saint Gildas The Wise, from On The Destruction and Ruin of Britain 1 Ps 16.12 2 Ps 7.13 3 Deut 32.39 4 Isa 52.2 5 Ps 2.12