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 Seeker.
Away, fond Youth,Vertue is hid in Truth;
Your Vanities can no contentment bring,
Alas, give o're,
Thy pleasure's but a sore,
Honey at first, but in the end a Sting.
Seek not in vain,
So to augment thy pain;
Such is thy grief, that nothing surer is.
Fond Youth, give ore,
Woo not a festring sore;
When thou hast found, thou'lt wish that thou didst miss.
Love not this world, but minde the things above;
In seeking so, thou shalt finde love for love.
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