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 Temperance. |
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On Temperance.
This guides the Reason, gives the Minde delight,In moderating Lust and Appetite.
The Jews in this great Vertue are expert,
Shunning excess as men of great desert;
Perhaps because it should be understood,
They drank full draughts up of our Saviour's blood;
And being sensible they did digress,
May think it time t'abominate excess.
Our English Chronicles do much commend
Their Queen Elizabeth, who did transcend
The Nobles of her age; and England's King,
Edward the Sixth, did in her praise thus sing:
When to discourse on her it was his chance,
He call'd her his Sweet Sister Temperance.
When at her Table she sate down to eat,
She seldom us'd more than one sort of meat;
And did in Temperance so much delight,
She ever rose up with an appetite.
Nature is with a little satisfi'd:
Ebriety and Gluttony have tri'd,
And conquer'd many, who to Death did dance.
One of the spirits fruits is Temperance.
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