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 Science. |
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On Science.
Many for Science seek with care and Art,When Conscience is the Science of the heart;
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In mens esteem, of Knowledge but the scum.
When as the Heart with Conscience doth converse,
Infinite mysteries they then rehearse.
A Conscience good and pure, relies upon
The sacred Title of Religion:
That is a Knowledge puffs not up to boast,
But is the Temple of the Holy Ghost:
Built so for Beauty, equalled by none,
Rich as the Temple of a Solomon,
The fruitful field of Benediction.
The joy of Angels, and the Sinners sting,
The Subjects ark, the treasure of the King.
An Habitation for the Saints abode,
The Book of Life, the Princely Court of God:
The Book that's seal'd to keep Deeds from decay,
And to be open'd at the Judgement-day.
A rich Perfume, and a most happy Guest,
A pleasant Friend, and a continual Feast.
A Castle, Tower, a Rock to build upon,
A certain Fabrick of Salvation.
The poor man's Comfort, his most trusty Staff;
The rich man's Elegy and Epitaph
Wouldst thou be farther in this Science read?
Then Purge thy conscience from all works are dead.
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