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 Christian and Death.
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A Christian and Death.
A Dialogue.
Chr.Come, valiant Death, and welcome, do thy worst;
Shew me the power thou claimst, as being King.
Dea.
Poor mortal, know, alas, thou art but dust,
And I the Sexton that thy Knell must ring.
Chr.
Away, lean, half-starv'd wretch, go daunt a fool;
Think not to fright me with, Thy glass is run.
Dea.
Thou art my Scholar, therefore come to School;
Delays but waste that time which might be gone.
Chr.
Thou seemst a Student, for thou lookst so poor,
That Famine in thy face I plainly read.
Dea.
Come, silly wretch, you word it must no more;
See here's thy Glass, thy Doom, and thou art dead.
Chr.
Then boldly strike, thou dost the body kill,
My Soul shall wait upon its Master's will.
Dea.
Lie there, proud dust, all flesh is born to die.
Chr.
This is the Road unto Eternitie.
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