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 Peace. |
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On Peace.
I Sought for Peace, but could not finde;I sought it in the City,
But they were of another minde;
The more's the pity.
I sought for Peace of Country swain,
But yet I could not finde,
So I returning home again,
Left Peace behinde.
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? said I,
Methought a voice was given,
Peace dwelt not here, long since did fly
To God in Heaven.
Thought I, this Eccho is but vain,
To folly 'tis of Kin:
Anon I heard it tell me plain,
'Twas kill'd by sin.
Then I believ'd the former voice,
And rested well content,
Lay down and slept, rose, did rejoyce,
And then to Heaven went;
There I inquir'd for Peace, and found it true;
An Heav'nly Plant it was, and sweetly grew.
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