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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A PANEGYRICK
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A PANEGYRICK
To the Right Reverend, And most nobly descended Prelate, HENRY by divine Providence, Lord Bishop of London.
Illustrious Prelate! whom the World must own
A Father of the Church, a Martyr's Son;
Of sacred Function, and of noble Blood;
'Tis a dispute whether more great or good.
Thou second Ambrose of the Mitred Lords,
Northampton's Helmets joyn'd with London's Swords,
Will keep thy Vineyard from the Forest-boar,
Beyond the skill of them who went before.
In Rev'rend Henchman we beheld a Look
Much like the Frontispiece of Thee the Book;
Jehovah's Poem, where he hath annext
A gracious Comment to a glorious Text;
Urim and Thummim wrote in words at large.
Thou Decus and Tutamen of thy charge,
Who ex utroq; sitt'st amongst the Peers,
A perfect Nestor at meridian years.
A Father of the Church, a Martyr's Son;
Of sacred Function, and of noble Blood;
'Tis a dispute whether more great or good.
Thou second Ambrose of the Mitred Lords,
Northampton's Helmets joyn'd with London's Swords,
Will keep thy Vineyard from the Forest-boar,
Beyond the skill of them who went before.
In Rev'rend Henchman we beheld a Look
Much like the Frontispiece of Thee the Book;
Jehovah's Poem, where he hath annext
A gracious Comment to a glorious Text;
Urim and Thummim wrote in words at large.
Thou Decus and Tutamen of thy charge,
Who ex utroq; sitt'st amongst the Peers,
A perfect Nestor at meridian years.
Old Jeroboam, holy Legends tell,
By making Peasants Priests, turn'd Israel
With her heels upward. That prodigious phrase
Of High swoln Woolsey in King Harry's days,
Ego & Rex, may teach great Monarchs what's
The sad effects of mounting Butchers Brats
To any thing but Gibbets. Where such sway,
There's none so proud, so tyrannous as they
Who suck nought from their Dams but kill and slay.
For take an upstart Groom, who fetcht his rise
But lately from a Dung hill, in a trice
He huffs, and Hamans it as such a rate,
As if the slip'ry wheels of Rowling Fate
Were scotcht in him, forgetting that the Son
May end as basely as the Sire begun.
By making Peasants Priests, turn'd Israel
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Of High swoln Woolsey in King Harry's days,
Ego & Rex, may teach great Monarchs what's
The sad effects of mounting Butchers Brats
To any thing but Gibbets. Where such sway,
There's none so proud, so tyrannous as they
Who suck nought from their Dams but kill and slay.
For take an upstart Groom, who fetcht his rise
But lately from a Dung hill, in a trice
He huffs, and Hamans it as such a rate,
As if the slip'ry wheels of Rowling Fate
Were scotcht in him, forgetting that the Son
May end as basely as the Sire begun.
Births are th'immediate acts of God; the choice
Of man sounds well, which ecchoes to that voice.
The Cream of Gentry, not the Scum of Trade;
Princes are born, but Commonwealths are made.
Of man sounds well, which ecchoes to that voice.
The Cream of Gentry, not the Scum of Trade;
Princes are born, but Commonwealths are made.
Then bless'd be Christ, and Charles his servant, who
To silence the rude Cavils of our foe,
Has rais'd a Ruler from an antient stock,
A Swain (like Dapheis) fairer than his flock;
In whom, by happy providence, we see
The false aspersion, and foul calumnie,
Which Brooke of old cast in the Churches face,
Bravely wipt off in nobler Compton's race.
Compton the Great! a Family well known
From Hapton Heath, to the Olympick Throne.
Compton the Valiant! that bears a power
From the Imperial Closet, to the Tower.
Compton the Just! what can be more exprest?
The Guns and Organs shall proclaim the rest.
To silence the rude Cavils of our foe,
Has rais'd a Ruler from an antient stock,
A Swain (like Dapheis) fairer than his flock;
In whom, by happy providence, we see
The false aspersion, and foul calumnie,
Which Brooke of old cast in the Churches face,
Bravely wipt off in nobler Compton's race.
Compton the Great! a Family well known
From Hapton Heath, to the Olympick Throne.
Compton the Valiant! that bears a power
From the Imperial Closet, to the Tower.
Compton the Just! what can be more exprest?
The Guns and Organs shall proclaim the rest.
Nor can the mouth of Spite it self defame
Th'unsulli'd Trophies of that spotless Name:
Nor Malice, choak'd with Liberty, controul
The least attempt of so divine a Soul.
Had all been Lyons once, who wore that hide,
And each Lawn-sleeve so honourably alli'd,
Save tem'pral envy and spiritual pride,
Smectymaus had not liv'd, nor Cæsar di'd.
Th'unsulli'd Trophies of that spotless Name:
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The least attempt of so divine a Soul.
Had all been Lyons once, who wore that hide,
And each Lawn-sleeve so honourably alli'd,
Save tem'pral envy and spiritual pride,
Smectymaus had not liv'd, nor Cæsar di'd.
The Cassock whilom scar'd into a jump,
And curtail'd all in rev'rence to the Rump,
May now exult with-Warrantable glee,
In thy serene unblemish'd Pedigree,
With the white Prelate of the Garter Blue,
Undaunted Dolben, and couragious Mew,
The High-born Durham, generous Hereford,
By line a Baronet, by Grace a Lord.
And (who should be first nam'd) Sheldon the prime,
A word too glorious to be blaz'd in Rhyme.
As learned Lawyers justly boast the worth
Of their Heroick Finch, and Honour'd North.
And curtail'd all in rev'rence to the Rump,
May now exult with-Warrantable glee,
In thy serene unblemish'd Pedigree,
With the white Prelate of the Garter Blue,
Undaunted Dolben, and couragious Mew,
The High-born Durham, generous Hereford,
By line a Baronet, by Grace a Lord.
And (who should be first nam'd) Sheldon the prime,
A word too glorious to be blaz'd in Rhyme.
As learned Lawyers justly boast the worth
Of their Heroick Finch, and Honour'd North.
When Gospel-fury chang'd our Oyl to Ashes,
And Pulpits turn'd to Caledonian Swashes;
When Charity caught cold, and zeal ran mad;
When men of Levi dwelt in tents of Gad;
Black were our Stars, Cimmerian our Night,
No Darkness like degenerated Light.
And Pulpits turn'd to Caledonian Swashes;
When Charity caught cold, and zeal ran mad;
When men of Levi dwelt in tents of Gad;
Black were our Stars, Cimmerian our Night,
No Darkness like degenerated Light.
But when the Sons of Peers lay down the sharp
Faulchion, to tune the Psaltery and the Harp,
Abandoning the pleasures of Hide-park,
And with King David dance before the Ark,
Th'Infernal spirit flies: the Warlike Spear
Being beat into a Sheep-hook, shall we fear
New Curse ye Meroz Doctrines in these Nations,
Clench'd with Edge hill and Naseby applications?
Faulchion, to tune the Psaltery and the Harp,
Abandoning the pleasures of Hide-park,
And with King David dance before the Ark,
Th'Infernal spirit flies: the Warlike Spear
Being beat into a Sheep-hook, shall we fear
New Curse ye Meroz Doctrines in these Nations,
Clench'd with Edge hill and Naseby applications?
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Harry the Eighth, that he might propagate
Feud against Popery, and secure his State,
Dispos'd the then Top-heavy Churches Lands
In his Nobilities and Gentries hands;
Knowing when time should turn (which often varies)
They'd surely fight pro Focis, if not Aris.
Feud against Popery, and secure his State,
Dispos'd the then Top-heavy Churches Lands
In his Nobilities and Gentries hands;
Knowing when time should turn (which often varies)
They'd surely fight pro Focis, if not Aris.
But our blest Liege, that Piety may greet
Her younger sister Policy, thinks meet
True Honours Ore should wear Religion's Stamp,
To have the Chair recruited from the Camp.
Her younger sister Policy, thinks meet
True Honours Ore should wear Religion's Stamp,
To have the Chair recruited from the Camp.
His Majesty, in such designes as these,
Impropriates the Bishops, not the Sees:
Impropriate, did I say? rather restore
Them to the Splendour they maintain'd of yore;
That when weak Curats fail, these Sons of Thunder
May keep the Dan and Bethel rabble under.
No Northern storms shall then our Temple stir,
Whose Beams are Cedar, though their Rasters Fir.
And the rich Pavement which we walk upon,
Smooth as the Chariot of King Solomon,
Without a stone of stumbling and offence,
Or speaking Treason in a Scripture sence;
Or crushing Texts until they vomit blood,
A signe the Pulpits were not Irish wood.
Impropriates the Bishops, not the Sees:
Impropriate, did I say? rather restore
Them to the Splendour they maintain'd of yore;
That when weak Curats fail, these Sons of Thunder
May keep the Dan and Bethel rabble under.
No Northern storms shall then our Temple stir,
Whose Beams are Cedar, though their Rasters Fir.
And the rich Pavement which we walk upon,
Smooth as the Chariot of King Solomon,
Without a stone of stumbling and offence,
Or speaking Treason in a Scripture sence;
Or crushing Texts until they vomit blood,
A signe the Pulpits were not Irish wood.
All peevish Sects shall fall from their extreams,
Won by thy Worth, and melted by thy Beams,
As if thy parts, which we poor Lads admire,
Were mixt of Gunning's Light, and Rupert's Fire;
Enough to make a Brownist keep the road,
And Jenkins chaunt another Palinode.
Won by thy Worth, and melted by thy Beams,
As if thy parts, which we poor Lads admire,
Were mixt of Gunning's Light, and Rupert's Fire;
Enough to make a Brownist keep the road,
And Jenkins chaunt another Palinode.
Abingdon
Wild, whose Drolls infect the Rout,
May now complain his Pen hath got the Gout;
Who bubbled with his once-applauded Irer,
Out-did his Name by barking at the Mitre,
Shall cease to stroak his half-dry Muses Doggs,
In tenderness to's Conscience or his Luggs.
May now complain his Pen hath got the Gout;
Who bubbled with his once-applauded Irer,
Out-did his Name by barking at the Mitre,
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In tenderness to's Conscience or his Luggs.
The Pagan Saint, whose pretious lips express
Nought but sweet Sippets of Soul-savingness,
Making the splay-mouth'd Brethren mump like Apes,
At Brooks his Apples, and at Titchburn's Grapes,
Shall balk his Canting, and convince the Gang,
An Anthem's better musick than a Twang.
Nought but sweet Sippets of Soul-savingness,
Making the splay-mouth'd Brethren mump like Apes,
At Brooks his Apples, and at Titchburn's Grapes,
Shall balk his Canting, and convince the Gang,
An Anthem's better musick than a Twang.
And we Plebeian Off-springs, meanly bred,
With a short Grace, an Egg, and so to bed,
Yet having Souls where loyal flames are nurst,
To Charles the good, and James of Charles the first,
Shall (to engage Posterity our debtor)
Spend our dear blood as free as if 'twere better.
With a short Grace, an Egg, and so to bed,
Yet having Souls where loyal flames are nurst,
To Charles the good, and James of Charles the first,
Shall (to engage Posterity our debtor)
Spend our dear blood as free as if 'twere better.
My Lord, accept this Mite; and if it please,
Give us thy benediction, and take these.
May all the Gifts and Graces that besel
On Moses, Joshua, and Samuel,
Inrich thy Breast and Brain in such a sort,
That the whole City, Country, and the Court,
Led by thy good example without stain
Of being factious, bruitish, or profane,
May win their pristine Glory once again.
May as benign and prosperous a state
As e'er George Wharton could prognosticate,
Light on thy heart, and bless thee o're and o're,
Wisdom and Wealth augmenting still thy store.
Long may'st thou govern without Guile or Gall,
And be thy Moderation known to all,
To bring strai'd Sheep, by whatsoever name,
Back to the Fold from whence at first they came.
Give us thy benediction, and take these.
May all the Gifts and Graces that besel
On Moses, Joshua, and Samuel,
Inrich thy Breast and Brain in such a sort,
That the whole City, Country, and the Court,
Led by thy good example without stain
Of being factious, bruitish, or profane,
May win their pristine Glory once again.
May as benign and prosperous a state
As e'er George Wharton could prognosticate,
Light on thy heart, and bless thee o're and o're,
Wisdom and Wealth augmenting still thy store.
Long may'st thou govern without Guile or Gall,
And be thy Moderation known to all,
To bring strai'd Sheep, by whatsoever name,
Back to the Fold from whence at first they came.
No private Meetings in thy Diocess,
Except those lawful ones of Truth and Peace:
But if the many-headed Beast should rise
To pluck Kings plumes, and peck out Prelates eyes,
Teach them to crumble, like a tottring Wall,
Or Dagon cripled with a second fall;
Or heads on London-bridge, expos'd to sight,
That grin, and shew their teeth, but cannot bite:
Except those lawful ones of Truth and Peace:
But if the many-headed Beast should rise
To pluck Kings plumes, and peck out Prelates eyes,
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Or Dagon cripled with a second fall;
Or heads on London-bridge, expos'd to sight,
That grin, and shew their teeth, but cannot bite:
Lastly, when Paul's Cathedral (whose fair growth
Attends on thine) is finish'd, when ye both
Piercing the Clouds, have kiss'd the Lights above,
That by aspiring Towers, thee by Love;
When the whole story of thy span is told,
And deeds, as well as Bays, have made thee old;
When the officious Angels shall have given
Thy better part its proper place in Heaven,
May thy bright Fame outshine the Morning-star,
As Prince, a Prelate, and a Batchelar.
Attends on thine) is finish'd, when ye both
Piercing the Clouds, have kiss'd the Lights above,
That by aspiring Towers, thee by Love;
When the whole story of thy span is told,
And deeds, as well as Bays, have made thee old;
When the officious Angels shall have given
Thy better part its proper place in Heaven,
May thy bright Fame outshine the Morning-star,
As Prince, a Prelate, and a Batchelar.
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