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 Sleep. |
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On Sleep.
Death in the Scripture is compar'd to Sleep:When Death approaches, then with care we keep
A schedule of our wealth, so to dispose
Of those Estates we then are forc'd to lose.
So when Sleep comes, methinks my Ev'ning-prayer
Is like the making of my Will; my care
Ought therefore to provide betimes: for why?
There's danger in a drowsie Lethargy.
In perfect memory, and when awake,
I'll leave my Soul to God; for if he take
Not charge of me, and me in safety keep,
The Devil will attempt me in my sleep.
Though day and night he seeketh to devour,
He keeps his markets in the darkned hour.
I on my pillow do my sleep confirm:
Thus mans Vacation is the Devil's Term.
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