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 Desperation. |
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On Desperation.
Chear up, my Soul, thy griefs in time will cease;Despair is Satan's only master-piece:
Hearken to that, the Devil soon will tell
The ready road that leads the way to Hell.
My sin, saith Cain, is great, and I am driven
Justly to fear 'twirl never be forgiven.
With Murther first he did his Curse begin,
And furthers that, by adding sin to sin.
Then to despair give neither ear nor scope;
Lay hold on Christ, the Anchor of thy hope.
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