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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Who reads a Chapter when to bed,
Shall not have Aches in his head.
Shall not have Aches in his head.
Who opes his Purse unto the Poor,
Shall finde it filling more and more.
Shall finde it filling more and more.
Whose heart and tongue obey God's Word,
Both beats the bush and gets the bird.
Both beats the bush and gets the bird.
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Who keeps his thoughts from things amiss,
Is thinking on his way to Bliss.
Is thinking on his way to Bliss.
Who keeps his Conscience pure and clear,
Is always feasting year by year.
Is always feasting year by year.
Whose stomach doth for Dainties crave,
With his own teeth doth dig his Grave.
With his own teeth doth dig his Grave.
Who loves his Humour to fulfil,
His Humour is himself to kill.
His Humour is himself to kill.
Who doth aspire be great and tall,
Should carefully beware a fall.
Should carefully beware a fall.
Who with good works delights to dwell,
Sails fair for Heaven, far from Hell.
Sails fair for Heaven, far from Hell.
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