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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The Dream. |
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The Dream.
I Dreamt my Death was but a sleep,My Grave and Bed both one;
And when the morning forth did peep,
Life came, and Death was gone.
Since so it is, that none can be
Asleep but such as die,
O Lord, I'll sleep to all but thee,
And make my bed on high.
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