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 Disturb'd Devotion. |
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On Disturb'd Devotion.
This morning, Lord, I visited my friend,But ill came of that good I did intend.
Unhappy I, that then should finde the way,
When he to his apartment went to pray.
If I'm uncapable my self to build,
Shall I snatch Tools from him is thorow skill'd?
Certainly better far, more pious 'twere
And Christian-like, to joyn with him in Prayer.
But now how shall I study an amends,
That, as before, we may continue friends?
Lord, what he wanted, if it be thy will,
Be pleas'd to grant, for he's thy servant still.
Thou knowst for what he did intend to sue,
And my Petition for him's doubly due.
That neither he nor I may loosers be,
Lord, hear our Saviour both for him and me.
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