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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On Food. |
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On Food.
A Man with all things needful may be fed;God for both Soul and Body Food hath sent.
That for the Body is material bread,
And for the Soul his Word's the nutriment.
If Bread I want, my Body then must perish;
Without the Word, my Soul will fail to thrive:
He that sends both, sends both of them to cherish,
To keep both Body and the Soul alive.
Famine of Bread is a destructive Curse;
But Famine of the Word is much more worse.
Lord, to my Soul thy Heav'nly Food apply;
Give that a life, although my body die.
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