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 Alexander the Great. |
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On Alexander the Great.
Thou Earth's great Monarch; to thy Valour's praise,Be it recorded, thou didst spend thy days
In Mars his School; but one thing did remain,
Thou shouldst have made thy Piety thy gain,
Not Ostentation. Flesh was made thy slave,
But wherein didst thou Satan's works deprave?
Those being vanquish'd, thou might'st take thy rest,
And weep for joy, as being stout and blest.
Alas, his Conquests are as good as none,
That fights for Worlds, and never finds but one.
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