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conscience_n	continual_a	day_n	feast_n	1,032	5	9.4110	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61073	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 ...	Speed, Samuel, 1631-1682.; Herbert, George, 1593-1633.; Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1677 (1677)	Wing S4902; ESTC R1711	99,936	245

labouring The fruit she brings Savours of goodness but much more of evil Extols che Maker but adores the Devil Lord since there is a time to laugh to weep 'T is high time I awake out of the sleep Of sin and death O then propitious be And in due time let true Repentance free My Soul and I 'll be convert unto thee ¶ The Widows Mite ROom for a wealthy Benefactor he Behold draws neer unto the Treasury Others approach with their abundant store But here 's a Widow who although she 's poor Hath outdone all her bounty to display For her's was giv'n and theirs but cast away And she was noted for a true believer For God delighteth in a cheerful giver ¶ Gabriel and Zacharias Gab. BLess'd Zacharias cease to be afeard A John shall call thee Father thou art heard He shall be richly stor'd with Grace and Mirth The God of gods shall celebrate his Birth Zac. O Lord whereby can I know this my life Is well-nigh spent likew se my ancient Wife Her years are so in number I am bold To say for bearing Children she 's too old Gab. Is any thing impossible to God Whose Power can do it with a word or nod I that am Gabriel am sent down from high To do this message from the Deity And seeing thou believ'st not what I say Behold thou shalt be dumb until that day Then will I loosen that which now I strung Thou shalt have John with that John a tongue ¶ On Alexander the Great THou Earth's great Monarch to thy Valour 's praise Be it recorded thou didst spend thy days In Mars his School but one thing did remain Thou shouldst have made thy Piety thy gain Not Ostentation Flesh was made thy slave But wherein didst thou Satan's works deprave Those being vanquish'd thou might'st take thy rest And weep for joy as being stout and blest Alas his Conquests are as good as none That fights for Worlds and never finds but one ¶ Jesus Wept HEnce may we see Tears are the only things When watring well revives our fading Springs Martha and Mary sprinkling pious Tears Over their Brother four days freed from fears With the sole help of Jesus when they wept His Tears and theirs reviv'd a Saint that slept The very words Come forth bore such a sound Laz'rus straight came but left death in the ground Such love our Saviour shew'd his friend his eye That knew no sin could weep when he should die The Antients have this observation kept Jesus was never seen to laugh but wept ¶ Martha and Mary AS Contemplation is the bane of ill By that our good is so continued still Happy that house which never doth m scar y Yielding a Martha to complain of Mary ¶ On Worldly Gain THis World yields nothing more than Ca●…es and Crosses Yet my forc'd heart dotes on it ne'retheless If I cast up my gains they are but losses For more and more I languish in excess It shews varieties of sweet content Alluring me with fair and golden baits But in the taste I finde them different No real pleasures but meer counterfeits Delusions are the knacks that do excell For cheats they shew as Heaven lead to Hell Lord plant thy heav'nly wisdome in my heart That world and worldly things I may desert ¶ On St. Peter's Perjury SHeathe up that sharp keen Sword which did befriend thee In smiting him who gave his car to end thee But yet consider he that doth salsely swear Is by the Law condemn'd to loose an Ear. I tell thee Peter e're the Cock crow twice Thou art my friend that shalt deny me thrice But Peter thou art favour'd take 't from me Instead of paying one Ear thou hast three ¶ On Pusillanimity REligion made the Martyrs dare and die Honour abhors to dread an Enemie Our Actions try our Courage and our hearts As Icie weather with its chilly smarts Do try our health and this we yearly find Withered leaves fall with the breath of wind As rotten Bows no longers hold debate With strength but break when they 're opprest with weight So Earthen Vessels may be said t' expire Expos'd when empty to the heat of fire This trivial passion of Faintheartedness Dispirits man and makes a dull impress Upon his body as if there were writ Hire stands a house but no one dwells in it Cowardise doth express a man to be An easie prey unto his Enemie Whose cruel mercy suddenly is spent Whilst for the Victim no man doth lament He grew in misery became forlorn Was both to friend and to his foe a scorn The righteous man is bold bids fear adieu The wicked flee when no man doth pursue ¶ On the Spring SInce Winters cold blasts are expell'd by the Sun And Fields that did penance in snow Have put Madam Nature's gay Liveries on Embroyder'd with flowers to make a fine show The Hills and the Vallies in duty abound And men praise the Lord so the duty goes round Heark heark how the Birds in sweet consort conspire The Lark and the Nightingale joyn In every note is an amorous Quire With an innocent mirth to entertain time The Hills and the Vallies in duty abound And Men praise the Lord so the duty goes round Methinks the God Pan whose glad subjects we are Doth sit on his flowery Throne We accept his kinde Offerings every year With Garlands of Roses and Flowers new grown The Hills and the Vallies in duty abound And Men praise the Lord so the duty goes round ¶ On Science MAny for Science seek with care and Art When Conscience is the Science of the heart Yet that most sacred Knowledge is become In mens esteem of Knowledge but the scum When as the Heart with Conscience doth converse Infinite mysteries they then rehearse A Conscienoe good and pure relies upon The sacred Title of Religion That is a Knowledge puffs not up to boast But is the Temple of the Holy Ghost Built so for Beauty equalled by none Rich as the Temple of a Solomon The fruitful field of Bonediction The joy of Angels and the Sinners sting The Subjects ark the treasure of the King An Habitation for the Saints abode The Book of Life the Princely Court of God The Book that 's seal'd to keep Deeds from decay And to be open'd at the judgement-Judgement-day A rich Persume and a most happy Guest A pleasant Friend and a continual Feast A Castle Tower a Rock to build upon A certain Fabrick of Salvation The poor man's Comfort his most trusty Staff The rich man's Elegy and Epitaph Wouldst thou be farther in this Science read Then Purge thy conscience from all works are dead ¶ On Drunkenness THis is a Vice that fights without defence He that doth finde this sin doth loose his sense I formerly have read of one who stood Amaz'd as lost within a spatious Wood When in one Vice he was to build his Nest Which of these three he judg'd to be the best To kill his