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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

his own teeth doth dig his Grave Who loves his Humour to fulfil His Humour is himself to kill Who doth aspire be great and tall Should carefully beware a fall Who with good works delights to dwell Sails fair for Heaven far from Hell ¶ On Age. THe Painter's Pencil sure must go astray In painting to the life a lump of Clay Who does but seem to live dies every day How can he lively paint a man that hath The cold effigies in his face of Death ¶ On Man and Wife SIlence and Patience are the Twins that make Concord 'twixt Couples never to forsake A Husband good in Words ought to be wise In Conversation wary hating lies Careful Provision ought he to provide In ordering circumspect a careful Guide A Father Master and a Friend beside The good Wife when abroad she should be grave Discreet in governing at home and have Patience to bridle Passions when they move Learning her Husband to obey and love Kinde to her Neighbours courteous unto all Careful of Children be they great or small But chiefly herein there should be no flaws She should her Husband fear and he the Laws ¶ The free Prisoner WHat though a Prisoner I am now Time doth allow Instead of liberty to walk To write or talk What though 〈◊〉 make me sicken They do me quicken My body in confinement lies But my Soul flies What though by nature I am dumb Then I be ●…ome A silent sinner and my tongue Doth no man wrong Or what although I loose my sight Yes if the light Of Divine Graces shine in me My Soul can see Let sorrows come when God thinks best They are my Rest For in afflictions 't is my Psalm The Bruise 〈◊〉 Balm If I 'm afflicted in this World I am but hu●…'d ●…o Heaven where all pleasures stand At God's right hand Th' afflictions of this world of care Cannot compare To those blest Mansions Christ hath wrought And dearly bought Dear may I say because his blood Is that choice flood That drowns my sorrows and my grief Gives me relief Thus all things work together for their good That have lov'd God and for his honour stood A Jayl's the centre of this Iron-age Yet not my Prison but mine Hermitage He that can boldly dare yet justly do Fortune 's his Subject and his Vassal too ¶ On Sunday THis is the day the Lord hath made Then let not Christians be afraid Laying aside all sin Rejoyce therein The clearest radiant day that shines Upon the Christians golden Mines God's holy Torch and Light That leads aright The day of our Consession The Ease of our Oppression The day of Peace and Rest Churches our Nest. A Light it is to all the Week A Summons to the Proud and Meek That says to Conscience Fie Ye go awry The day that pulleth man from Death And crowns his head with holy Wreath That guides him to his Grave Yet doth him save The Day of God so God of Days It is above my reach of praise God's with his free accord The Sabbaths Lord. It is the Day-book of a Saint A Spring for those that thirst or faint Nor can we say there 's one day Like to Sunday But we 'll such thoughts in silence smother Till we can finde out such another ¶ The Petition STand by me Lord when dangers STARE Keep from my Fruit such choaking TARE That on Confusion grounded ARE. Thou that from Bondage hast me BROUGHT And my deliverance hast ROUGHT 'T is thee that I will praise for OUGHT O Lord to evil make me CHILL Be thou my Rock and holy HILL So shall I need to fear no ILL ¶ Faith's Mystery WIth all the pow'rs my poor Soul hath O humble Love and loyal Faith Thus low my God I bow to thee Whom too much love bow'd low for me Down busie Sense Discourses die And all adore Faith's Mysterie Faith is my Skill Faith can believe As fast as Love new Laws can give Faith is my eye Faith strength affords To keep pace with those pow'rful words And words more sure more sweet than they Love could not think Truth could not say O dear Memorial of that death Which still survives and gives us breath Live ever Bread of Life and be My Food my Joy my All to me Come glorious Lord my hopes increase And fill my Portion in thy Peace Come hidden life and that long day For which I languish come away ¶ On the Judgment GReat God that hast at thy command Both Leaden feet and Iron hand How shall I stand How can I look When thou call'st for thy Dreadful Book Oh save me Lord I then shall say I do confess I went astray Thy Judgment stay O let thy Rod Chastise with mercy O my God O Christ my Saviour may it please Thee thy dear Father's wrath appease And making peace Then I alwaies Will strive to magnifie thy praise Some it is like may shew a Book So full of Blanks that when you look Thereon a Rook You 'll think that man That shews a Scrole with nothing on But so to do is highly vain For he that doth just Judgments rain Can see each stain Keeps just account How ev'ry Sinner's sins amount I am resolv'd when God doth call To hide not one but shew him all That wrought my fall But if my will Exceed my skill Lord do not kill ¶ On the Pharisee and the Publican TWo men into the Temple went to pray The one a Pharisee who thus did say I thank thee God I am no common man No unjust person As this Publican Twice in the week I fast from my excess And I give tythes of all that I possess The humble Publican at distance stood With head and eyes dejected as if food Or heavenly Manna then was to be found Carelessly scatter'd on the dusty ground But as in bitterness of Soul distrest He with his hand smote on his troubled breast Of his Petition this was the beginner O God be merciful to me a sinner The other shew'd rather than Zeal his pride But the poor Publican went justifi'd God doth delight the proud look to abase And on Humility bestows his grace ¶ To God the Father BEfore the closing of the day Creator we thee humbly pray That for thy wonted mercies sake Thou us into protection take May nothing in our mindes excite Vain dreams and fantoms of the night Our Enemy repress that so Our bodies no uncleanness know To Jesus from a Virgin sprung Be Glory given and Praises sung The like to God the Father be And holy Ghost eternallie ¶ To God the Son LEt others take their course And sing what Name they please Let Wealth or Beauty be their theam Such empty sounds as these I never will admire A lump of burnish'd Clay For though it shines it is but dust And shall to dust decay Sweet Jesus is the Name My Song shall still adore Sweet Jesus is the charming Word That does my Life restore When I

vayl That with Contentments doth abound Men are Trees of one spacious Grove The greatest men do seem the tallest But Grace makes little Trees improve Sweet favour lies in those are smallest A poor man may be Godly-wise And sin may make a rich man poor The silent Lamb 's the Sacrifice Whilst Lions proudly live and roar The Dove that Bird of Innocence Before the soaring Eagle's chose That we may justly learn from thence Humility to Heaven goes Lazarus poor diseased lay In misery Earth was his Hell Yet he to Abram found the way And Dives went in flames to dwell The rich man's title and his name To learn men con them o're and o're But they more glory have less shame That study to relieve the Poor He that at present lives in state Above the reach of worldly wrong May in another world relate He wants a drop to cool his tongue The Poor are pious Usurers For having lost their earthly leaven Their God with Interest confers Glorious rewards on them in Heaven Rich men delight to count their Gold 'T is pastime for their minde and eye Content is happiness in hold Such pleasure is in Poverty ¶ On Mortality WHen a rich Worldling dies first question is How Rich he di'd not is he gone to Bl ss Many make answer or in love or hate Rich very Rich he lest a good Estate Not well considering 't should be understood Many Estates are greater far than good Alas poor man his eyes are clos'd with sleep And his Inheritors rejoyce not weep He by Oppression heapt up ill got Wealth And they carouze it to their Ladies health Perhaps when living he undid so many He scarce hath Tear so much as Sigh from any The Poor instead of Prayers so much the worse Attend his Corps with Clamours and a Curse What fruit hath man in all these things his breath Is spent his labour too concludes in death His Mamon fails him all his stores so great Will witness 'gainst him at the Judgment-seat He leaves to others Principal and Use But that which ●…ollows him is the abuse He casts about to compass his by-ends Himself to ruine to inrich his friends So that each bag might make this Motto good If fixt thereon This is the price of Blood Hark then my Soul bestow thy fortunes hoard Upon the Members of thy blessed Lord. Give whilst thou iv'st 't is safe to do so for Thine eye is then thine own executor The Poor will praise thee in some pious Ditty And that may help for Prayer can save a City ¶ On a Wicked man LOrd what a creature is a wicked man His life is miserable though a span All his Religion is in outward forms H●…s Dainties Meat and Manna turns to Worms The Mercies daily that adorn his table Do prove his Poyson make him miserable If his Estate be large it doth annoy His dangers keeping what he can't enjoy Or if he doth enjoy he so doth use it That the enjoyment is but to abuse it Luxury leaves him no time to repent But ●…ulls him to eternal punishment The pleasures of this world do pass away But pains and hellish horrours last for aye Lord help me then thy mercies to improve He is ingrateful gives not Love for Love ¶ On P●…ce THe patient man is of a metal made Not hard but flexible He 's overlaid With heavy burthens which do try his skill Making Affections equal to his Will All which he bears rather than feed a feud Not out of cowardize but fortitude He by his yielding doth his foes condemn Rides Conqueror both of himself and them He above Nature is and so prolongs His Cognizance that he doth tire his wrongs To receive injuries that dayly fall Pronounceth him more than Heroïcal He God's best witness is and when he stands Before the Bar for truth his word commands He hears his unjust and with fate His Innocence dares to expostulate His Jaylors that attend him to the Sages Are not his Guard so fitly as his Pages His earthly Dungeon is an heavenly Vault Vertu 's his crime and Patience his fault His Rack or Wheel are the ascending stayers That reach to Glory all adorn'd with Prayers Good Laws are his protection not his ends Minds not revenge but loves both foes and friends If crosses do afflict he doth submit And is content 'cause Heaven thinks it fit He turns an evil into good 't is he Can make a Vertue of necessitie An easie enemy a certain friend To injuries can bow and condescend Than others far more happy he applies A satisfaction to his miseries He that can keep his angry spirit down Is better far than he that takes a Town Patience is the Prisoner's Walk Patience is the Dumb man's Talk Patience is the Lame man's Thighs Patience is the Blind man's eyes Patience is the Poor man's Ditty Patience is the Exiles City Patience the Sick man's bed of Down Patience is the Wise man's Crown Patience is the Live man's Story Patience is the Dead man's Glory When your Troubles do controul In your Patience keep yout Soul ¶ On the Tree of Life HArk O my Soul to cane th' infernal Pit Know it thy name i' th' book of Life be writ And for a certainty the same to finde Read o'r thy Conscience and peruse thy minde Think not of Heave●…s Ro●…l to have a view Examine thine own Heart 't will tell thee true For in the Conscience of a Saint doth lie An Holy Record of Eternitie If in thy Conse ence th●… hast writ God's Word Be sure the Book of Life doth th●…e record When at the day of Judgment God shall look Into his Register and when the Book Of Conscience lieth open then indeed The Saint and Sinner both may trembling read Wherefore my Soul so govern hand and pen Write now as not to fear to read it then On Acts 26. 28. ¶ Almost a Christian. LEarning well manag'd make the Graces glad But if abus'd the learned man grows mad And make his Learning as an Hand-maid sit To wait on the profa'ness of his Wit But Piety and Parts when they agree Learning then makes an heavenly harmony So did St. Paul's that pious Prisoner for He was at once a Slave and Orator Witness his pithy and his quaint responds To King Agrippa King except these Bonds I wish not only thou but all hereby Were both almost and wholly such as I Not half a Christian but to bear those Arms Of Faith that may repel the Devil's charms An altogether Christian 's not deprav'd Almost a Christian shall almost be sav'd ¶ Of Presumption IF thou' rt a disputant or proudly wise If ignorant yet seemingly precise Beware of being busie with God's Word To dive into the Secrets of the Lord. His Closet is his own and wo to they Shall pick the lock when God doth keep the key Then be not over-busie he that will Be sifting every Cloud to try his skill For his presumption he may have

upright heart Curses shall him oppress Cursed thrice cursed shall he be Covers his Father's breast And that man curst shall be as he That lieth with a beast Curs'd let him be with Sister lies O●… Mother though in Law Such fins do make those horrid cries That dreadful curses draw Cursed be he that secretly His silent Neighbour smites Murtherers too that cause to die When a reward invites The wicked shall be curs'd at home And likewise in the field His basket and his store at last Shall Blessings cease to yield Cursed be all his sinful fruit Of body and of land His Kine and Flock though they are mute And all he takes in hand Cursed be he when going out And when returning in That happy 't were for him no doubt If he had never been ¶ Praises to God Psal. 65. 1. Praise waiteth for thee O God in Zion PRaise the most high Oh clap your hands Praise him for he the world commands Praise him Mount Zion Praises sing Praise him that is your Cities King Praise him with loud and silent Air Praise ye the Lord that heareth Pray'r Praise him makes Morning hear his voice Praise him makes Evening to rejoyce Praise him that doth prepare our Corn Praise him all ye that are forlorn Praise him that duly sends us Rain Praise him for Fruits Herbs Flow'rs and Grain Praise him for his refreshing showers Praise him for recreating Bowers Praise him that doth our Pastures fill Praise and rejoyce each little Hill Praise him ye Birds and ev'ry Tree Praise him that did divide the Sea Praise him for Waters from the Fount Praise him for Grass grows on the Mount Praise him that gives and nothing ows Praise him with Sacrifice and Vows Praise him that form'd us in the Womb Praise him that guides us to our Tomb. Praise him that makes us blest in Heaven Praise him from whom all Food is given Praise him his holy Name adore Praise him O praise him more and more Praise God the Father of the just Praise him doth raise the Poor from dust Praise him that makes the barren bear Praise him with duty love and fear Praise ye the Lord for dayly Food Praise ye his Name for it is good Praise him who gives success in Wars Praise him who numbereth the Stars Praise him that builds Jerusalem Praise him whose Word is more than Jem Praise him that lifteth up the meek Praise him that doth support the Weak Praise him who doth the Ravens feed Praise him our meetly help at need Praise him doth cause his Winds to blow Praise him that makes the Waters flow Praise him in his Angelick Coasts Praise him all ye his mighty Hosts Praise ye his Name both Sun and Moon Praise him ye Lights that shine at noon Praise him ye Heavens never fade Praise him for ye by him were made Praise ye the Lord ye Dragons fell Praise him ye Deeps his wonders tell Praise him Fire Hail Vapour and Snow Praise him ye stormy Winds that blow Praise him ye Cedars Beasts o' th' field Praise him all things can Praises yield Praise him ye Kings of highest birth Praise him ye Judges of the Earth Praise him ye Rulers whom he rais'd Praise for he 's greatly to be prais'd Praise ye the Lord both great and small Praise him that did create us all Praise him within his holy Tower Praise him for his Almighty Power Praise him for what he to us gave Praise Jesus Christ that did us save Praise ye the Holy Spirit too Praise each with all Devotions due Praise all strive who shall praise the most Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost Praise each with pious Harmony Praise ye the blessed Trinity Praise ye the Lord with Trumpets sound Praise him that heal'd us with his wound Praise him with Harps loud Melody Praise him with Song and Psaltery Praise him with Timbrel let the Flute Praise him with Organ Pipe and Lute Praise him with instrumental String Praise him with Cymbals loudly sing Praise him with joy and skilful voice Praise with new Songs the chief and choice Praise him that is our Guide our Light Praise him because his Word is right Praise him whose works are done in truth Praise him that no injustice doth Praise him all people great and less Praise him that loveth Righteousness Praise him whose Goodness fills the Earth Praise him with Zeal and pious Mirth Praise him the Author is of days Praise him that gives us power to praise Praise him whose Word the Heavens made Praise him whose breath requir'd no aid Praise him that doth the Wind command Praise him that makes the Waters stand Praise him whom Sun and Moon obey Praise him doth Heaven's Scepter sway Praise him that doth the Heathen awe Praise him whose ev'ry Word 's a Law Praise him who doth from Heav'n behold Praise him ye Rich Poor Young and Old Praise him that fashions all our hearts Praise him alone doth heal our smarts Praise him that is the King of kings Praise him in grief that comfort brings Praise him that governs Sea and Coasts Praise him that is the Lord of Hosts Praise him who can the Lion tame Praise him that Mighty is by Name Praise him that guards us day and night Praise him the God of Peace and Fight Praise him that makes the stoutest yield Praise him that is our Help and Shield Praise him with both thy heart and mouth Praise him in Age in Strength and Youth Praise him who are with sorrows sad Praise that the humble may be glad Oh let the Nations all accord To praise and magnifie the Lord. Amen Amen ¶ Gloria in Altissimis Or the Angelical Anthem ANgels Saints and all men cry Glory be to God on high And that glory ne'er may cease Grant us Lord on earth thy peace When there 's good will towards men We shall praise and praise agen ¶ On Fatherly Affection AS in the street I walking cast my eye It was my chance two Children to espie Fighting together by a●…d by in hast The Father of the one who saw what past Stept in and suddenly without delay He parted both and took his Son away And l●…ke a Father careful of his Son Gave him correction for the sau●…t he 'd done The other Lad was left without a check Which made him strut and boast and stretch his neck Believing he had surely won the day Though both alike were equal in the fray I thought it hard that one should punish'd be And not the other he escaping free At last I guess'd 't was a Paternal care One to correct to teach him to beware For over him he a dominion had But was a stranger to the other Lad. So when the wicked sin the godly smart God in chas●…sing shews Paternal art He chastens whom he loves whilst wicked men Pursue their sins and act them o're agen The reason common sense cannot avo d Sinners are spar'd only to be destroy'd What need a whip for stubborn