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 Steward. |
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The Steward.
It is not much I have, yet I have moreThan some that live more splendidly than I.
Although I am not rich, I am not poor,
But have enough to vanquish penury.
All that I have is lent me, and I must
Give an account to God how I do use it;
Or if I hide it up, and let it rust,
Or by miss spending wastfully abuse it,
It had been better I had poorer been,
Than ti'd a slave (in chains of gold) to sin.
Lord, grant my Talent so on me bestown,
May be employ'd as thine, and not mine own.
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