Prison-Pietie or, Meditations Divine and Moral. Digested into Poetical Heads, On Mixt and Various Subjects. Whereunto is added A Panegyrick to The Right Reverend, and most Nobly descended, Henry, Lord Bishop of London. By Samuel Speed, Prisoner in Ludgate, London |
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Of Life.
An humane life is but a Play of Passion;What is man's Mirth but Musick of Division?
Our Mothers Wombs the Tyring-houses be,
To deck us up for Time's short Tragedie:
The World's the Stage; Heav'n the Spectator is,
To sit and judge who'ts doth act amiss:
The Clouds that shade us from the scorching Sun,
Are but drawn Curtains till the Play be done.
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