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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The Voyage. |
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The Voyage.
The World's a spacious Sea that's large and wide,And man a little Barque that sails therein;
His thoughts do drive him like the Wind and Tide;
The shelf that threatens shipwrack is his Sin.
His Heart's the Pylot that this Ship doth guide;
Faith is the Freight with which he freely trades;
His Anchor, Hope: Thus doth he safely ride;
Heav'n is the Haven where the Barque unlades.
Needs must the Merchant in his Voyage thrive,
That safely doth at such a Port arrive.
Lord, be thou Pylot to this Ship of mine,
That both the Ship and Lading may be thine.
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