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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Although a creature small,yet all
My labour, pains, and care
('tis rare)
Is in the Summer to provide
Against the Cold and Winter-tide.
And though so small, yet I
an eye
Can have to things: for when
weak men
Waste time in Feasts and Riot,
I study for my Diet.
Idleness breeds Distempers, Povertie,
Gives room for Sin; ye Sluggards, learn of me.
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