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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

sor things lawful don't that bound exceed For God before ye ask knows what ye need But silence in the Soul he doth abhor Mercies are small if not worth asking for Pray not for Mercies as thy fancy drives As little Children do for Toys and Knives Who when they have them know not how they 're us'd Mercies are better wanted than abus'd Make Supplications in the Name of Christ Thou mayst be good yet shew not merits list Examine well thine heart keep Faith therein For whatsoever's not of faith is sin Be constant that thou mayst abide the touch For servent righteous prayer availeth much Birds without motion cannot fly i' th' Air Nor without work can we persist in Prayer Pray in Humility and nothing fear The poor man cryed and the Lord did hear In Supplications be importunate Pray perseveringly and in that state So guide thy thoughts and so thy heart prepare As if thy life were one continual Prayer All our Iniquities we must forbear In vain we pray when God shall stop his ear ¶ On Luxury SEneca speaks of some of tender years Suppos'd that hang'd their Lordships at their ears And in our time Gallants to their disgrace Convert their Lands to Feathers and to Lace Wasting their Rents to purchase Silks and Stuffs Mortgaging Mannours to procure them Muffs This they have left when all things else are gone Air for their breath and Earth to tread upon Apicius in his Kitchin did expend Two millions of Gold and in the end Having devour'd so much begins to think What might remain of his huge mass of Chink Finding Two hundred thousand crowns no more He then concluded he was waxing poor Too little 't was his humour to suffice Wherefore he poyson drinks and so he dies Thus our Estates though large in vain are spent When the main thing is wanting that 's Content The Glutton Philoxenus did ●…inveigh Against Dame Nature and for what I pray It was because his neck was made so short His eating was no recreating sport But wisht his neck were like a Cranes for length Better to relish his sweet morsels strength To the Insatiate Water Land nor Air Sufficient is to keep him from despair How many golden Mines at stake must lie To bear the charge of Prodigality Of Henry Duke of Guise it hath been said Usury was his pleasure and his trade For when his large Estate to ashes burn'd At last it all to Obligations turn'd But he that spendeth all to please his friend Perhaps may visit him but want i'th'end But the three B's Back Belly Building have To fair Estates each one become a Grave Luxurious men this for themselves may say Their hands are their Executors and they Before old age approach to make their years Many their eyes are their own Overseers Much of their Patrimonies they expend Upon their Guts the rest to Harlots lend Who usually do leave him full as bare As Crows do leave a Carcass and 't is rare When Riot doth into man's Senses steal But certain Ruine follows at the heel Beggery doth on Luxury attend When the poor Spendthrift hath no other friend And doth at last so despicable grow He is beneath the thought of Friend or Foe The Drunkard and the Glutton e're he die Shall know the want of Superfluitie ¶ On Enmity PLiny affirmeth that the Serpents Brood Cannot be reconcil'd to man nor wou'd The learn'd Bodinus this Relation tell Did not his own experience know it well A capital Antipathy is spread Between the Woman and the Serpent's head So that within a multitude of men If but one woman croud i' th' middle then The Serpent doth his Enmity reveal By finding her and stings her in the heel Well verifying what their Maker sed Th'Serpent should bruise her heel her seed his head Perswasions may o' come an Enemy Irreconcilable is Enmity It is a mutual Malevo'ence ' That between parties studies for offence A dire antipathy that doth create The killing Canker of a mortal hate Magirus saith Nature makes it appear In divers Creatures namely Horse and Bear The Eagle and the Swan among all Fowl The lesser sort of Birds oppose the Owl The Toad and Spider likewise do agree Each one to poyson by antipathy The stately Lion of couragious stock Though bold and fierce is fearful of a Cock But the most sharp hostility indeed Is between Satan and the Womans seed ¶ The Dream MEthinks I hear Six voices cry aloud The first of Dying man's by sickness bow'd That of the Damned is the second voice Thirdly my Soul with an affrighted noise The sourth is Christ's with sweet inviting chimes The fifth's the charming voice of Evil times The sixth a voice that doth the Sense allay A dreadful Sommons to the Judgment-day The Dying man methinks doth make his moan Breathing out sighs and with each sigh a groan Oh loose no time call every minute o're A minute's pretious man's whole life 's no more Oh that I could make sure of Heaven for now My days on Earth unto a period grow The Damned cry and roar O see the end And sad effects of sin sorrows attend The wicked man I now discern my Crime And seel the punishment of loss of time And then I hear my Soul expostulate Oh thou my body frail of wretched state Why should I play the fool to please thy Lust When all my Kindnesses are writ in dust Nay in ungrateful dust that doth repay A Pearl only besmearing it with clay Thou but a moment art of time but I Must last for ever to Eternity When thou with Rottenness art whelm'd about Where shall I be 'T is fit I should get out Betimes from such an Earthy house as thine And as a Star in Heaven's mansion shine Angels are my Companions there dost think To pleasure thee I 'll to Perdition sink Is it not better prethee Mortal tell To Heaven we go than thou bear me to Hell And then methinks sweet Jesus is at hand With invitations thus Behold I stand Here at the door and knock I weep I sue Until my head is covered o're with dew I wait and beg to lead thee to Delight My locks being filled with the dew of night My tears my groans my crying blood doth knock Open to me thou heart if not a Rock With patience I beseech let sin no more A lodging have and Christ wait at the door Let not Damnation gull thee with deceit Whilst thy Salvation doth intreat and wait Then evil times methinks do thus invite Oh now consider walk as in the light Let all your Vertues be adorn'd with Rays Be living Christians these are dying days Be growing Christians lay aside vain Crimes Walk stedfastly in these back-sliding times Oh now or else thou art for ever gone Leave Devil World and Flesh make Christ thine own Then the Archangels voice at last I hear Summoning all the Dead forthwith appear Before the Judgment-seat crying Arise Come forth ye blessed Saints open your

which Satan cast for man She having eat the next thing she must do Is to perswade her Husband do so too Adam forsakes his Innocencie and They each perceiv'd that both did naked stand Then cloath'd themselves with Fig leaves to prevent Their present shame and future punishment But the great God whose ever seeing eye Discern'd their folly he was straightway nigh Perceiving that they for immediate ease Sought for their shelter among other trees But God's loud voice soon pierc'd the tender bough Only with saying Adam where art thou Adam as conscious that he was betraid 〈◊〉 he heard God's voice and was afraid He and his Wife as two poor naked elves In dire distress betook to hide themselves Then saith the Lord For what cause wast thou hid What hast thou eat the fruit which I forbid Who told thee thou art naked let me know Adam reply'd This Woman caus'd my woe She whom thou gavest me said it was sweet She gave me of the tree and I did eat The Woman likewise did her plaint prefer Saying the Serpent 't was deceived her Was Eden's Garden barren was there none That could invite but this same tree alone That fruitful Soyl whose trees with bending 〈◊〉 And justly styl'd her Mistris of the World 'T was there choice dainties made a rich encrease Paradise then was Natures Master-piece Of all the other trees said God the Lord Thou maist delight thy self with free accord By which it follows with divine attest That there were more and who knows which was best This tree like Adam's self might have been hid It s fruit was eat because it was forbid Thus did their disobedience usher in A world of Sorrow with a world of Sin Our God in the beginning did create Man for himself Woman mans helpful mate 'T was then the Serpent first contriv'd to scan To make a Woman prove a Wo to man Adam's cast out by order of the Lord And Cherubs guard the Tree with flaming Sword ¶ On Judas his Treason WHat monstrous Devil or what horrid Hag Bewitch●… his mind with Blood to fill his Bag What pains he took for an eternal ●…rise To sell his Mailer and the Lord of Life For thirty Pieces high Ingratitude Treason ne're wore a guilt could be so rude He that is covetous doth hug an evil Bids God farewel to entertain the Devil Although his mouth be full of Gold his fate Is such he bites at every tempting bait Base Avarice the block 'twixt man and bliss Betraying Judas with a Judas-kiss A false deluding gloworm to the blind And greatest canker of the heart and mind 'T was that made him betray his righteous Judge And do his homage to the vilest drudge A liveless piece of earth was his request Made that his God to shrine it in his Chest Whose frantick minde no reason could controul He sells for silver both his King and Soul Mark the effect of hungring after pelf Judas repented then he hang'd himself Such is the Character of Avarice ` T is Vertu 's bane and 't is the root of Vice ¶ An Adieu to the World BE gone false Joys ye and the World are frail My Soul 's immortal ye shall not prevail To cheat me of an everlasting Jewel For all your Glories are but menstrous fuel God is Eternal your bewitching Charms Are meerly vain more vain than false Alarms Heaven is my Home the World is but my Inn Stufft up with Straw with Rubbish Dung and Sin Your Gold your Silver and your Diamonds are But Dross Heaven's Blessings are beyond compare Here ye have Land erect your Castles high But there are Mansions for eternity Your poor deluding Pleasures soon are o're But there are Pleasures last for evermore Here Pride and Envy in swift motion move But there the Angels dayly sing and love Here live rich Fools that glut themselves to Hell But there lives none but doth your best excel God is my Portion let Earth hallow thee Mercy and Goodness both shall follow me And whilst the Worldling doth in Torments cry Glory attends the Righteous when they die Heaven's transcendent Joys are firm and true There lies my Aim farewel fond World adieu ¶ On a Usurer 'T Is not the Usurer that gives relief But rather robs the Spittle plays the thief With priviledge whilst others do abhor it He boldly dares to plead a Statute for it Tell him of Godliness you talk in vain For it is Gold is both his God and gain Six in the Hundred from the meaner Tribes Continuation-money other Bribes Which he extorts do make his bags swell o'r And keeps the Borrower continual poor 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of him thus reports He 's ●…ke a false Physician who exhorts His feaverish Patient take for his relief Cold Water which doth much augment his grief So Money lent on Usury doth seem Relief but in conclusion proves a Dream And as cold Water gives some present ease But the Effect prolongeth the Disease He follows Debtors as the Eagles train An Army preying upon those are slain And men flock to him when they seem forlorn As birds do gather to an heap of Corn For they desire and strive their Food to get 'Till they 're entrapt within the Fowler 's Net Idleness is his Darling Spouse his Wife He lives at ease a sedentary life His Pen's his Plow and Parchment is his Field Ink is his Seed and Time his Crop doth yield He 's so hem'd in where'er he casts his eye He dayly views Objects of Charity But study'ng then to feather his own Nest Minds them of Principal and Interest To over-reach he bends his utmost strength And like the Butler's box sweeps all at length Agis th' Athenian General set fire On all the Books and Bonds for love or hire He could procure by those that did adhere To finde them out as goods of Usurer On which Agesilaus was wont to say The Market ne're had fairer Market day And Aristotle did this sort decry As Harpies strangers unto Unity This biting Usurer or Man-eater he Is like the Shark that swimmeth in the Sea Devouring lesser Fish So Ostrich right All Metals sure this Monsters appetite St. Matthew teacheth us in words but few Do as you would have others do to you Be kinde to the unthankful and the evil God's children scorn to imitate the Devil Nor will this Doctrine reach a Miser's scull Be merciful as God is merciful St. Paul most piously adviseth thus In conversation be not covetous Thus Usury throughout the Holy Writ Is held a hainous crime and thought unfit For Christian practice Wealth could never buy One little moment of Eternity It was Alphonsus saying All such gain Makes a Sepulchre for the Soul In vain Let Usurers God's Tabernacle hope That give their Conscience such a wretched scope Charity 's kinde helps to keep all things even But Usury excludes the Soul from Heaven ¶ Of Poverty NO stony Walls can make a Jayl Though Iron-bars do it surround Confinement cannot make him