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 Candle.
Like as vain man I downward grow,My life is ever wasting;
I fall by fire, still waxing low,
As man did fall by tasting.
My house of Tallow doth decrease,
And I that am but Cotten,
Within one hour live and decease,
Am in the next forgotten.
O Lord, pour Oyl into my Lamp
To light me to thy home,
That when it shall extinguish't be,
I may a Star become.
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