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 Christ's Birth in an Inne. |
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On Christ's Birth in an Inne.
Bless'd be that Virgin travel'd without pain,And lodg'd within an Inne,
A splendid Star the signe:
No greater guest did ever come that way;
For therein lay
The glorious Lord of Night and Day,
Who doth o're Heav'n and over Angels reign.
He came i'th' time of great Augustus tax;
All cry'd, He comes
To pay the sums,
Or ransom of our lost Humanitie,
To set us free
From an Impious Emperie
Of Satan, Sin, that then bore sway.
Inspire our Hearts to be thy lodging place;
In each ones brest
Take up thy rest:
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And let not sin
Profane the Sacred Deity within,
So to defile the Ornaments of Grace.
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