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 Judas his Treason. |
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On Judas his Treason.
What monstrous Devil, or what horrid HagBewitcht his mind, with Blood to fill his Bag?
What pains he took for an eternal strife,
To sell his Master, and the Lord of Life
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Treason ne're wore a guilt could be so rude.
He that is covetous doth hug an evil,
Bids God farewel, to entertain the Devil;
Although his mouth be full of Gold, his fate
Is such, he bites at every tempting bait.
Base Avarice, the block 'twixt man and bliss,
Betraying Judas with a Judas-kiss;
A false deluding gloworm to the blind,
And greatest canker of the heart and mind:
'Twas that made him betray his righteous Judge,
And do his homage to the vilest drudge.
A liveless piece of earth, was his request,
Made that his God, to shrine it in his Chest;
Whose frantick minde no reason could controul,
He sells for silver both his King and Soul.
Mark the effect of hungring after pelf;
Judas repented, then he hang'd himself.
Such is the Character of Avarice,
'Tis Vertu's bane, and 'tis the root of Vice.
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