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 Worldly Gain. |
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On Worldly Gain.
This World yields nothing more than Cares and Crosses,Yet my forc'd heart dotes on it ne'retheless;
If I cast up my gains, they are but losses:
For more and more I languish in excess.
It shews varieties of sweet content,
Alluring me with fair and golden baits;
But in the taste I finde them different,
No real pleasures, but meer counterfeits.
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For cheats; they shew us Heaven, lead to Hell.
Lord, plant thy heav'nly wisdome in my heart,
That world and worldly things I may desert.
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