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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

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

Sacred Writ we cleerly know That ev'ry man makes Vanity his show Preferment Pleasure Profit are the three That do compleat the Worldlings Trinity He dies a sinner as when he began At first to live So vain a thing is man Man Well may the Angels feet ne'r step aside When ye have God to be your glorious Guide How can ye wander or how can ye stray When ye are always in and with your way Your Conversations must be void of Strife When ye have God your Way your Truth Life Ang. Man was created in no less degree Than the bright Image of the Deity He above other Creatures well may boast As he 's the Temple of the Holy Ghost But how hath he that glorious form defac'd Defi'd his Maker and himself disgrac'd Retaining principles his Soul bereaves Making God's Temple seem a Den of Thieves How can Ingratitude sound louder than Yours to your God So vain a thing is man Man But if we do repent and pardon crave As God can smite so the same God can save Then bring us Hallelujahs from your Quier We 'll vie whose notes shall sweetest be and higher Both All Glory be to God on High And to the Holy Trinity As first it was is now and may When fading time shall want a day ¶ Of Mirth and Mourning IN midst of Mirth there sadness is And so in Grief there 's joy Whilst wealthy sinners faces smile Their hearts do feel annoy Carnal delights they are but vam And bring vexations too They sound like musick in a strain Whose discord ends in rue Thus to the Sensualist they play Left he prove dull and sad But when the Reckoning comes to pay It makes him downright mad So true is that of Solomon In laughter there is grief The end of mirth is heaviness And Hell the salse relief But he that 's truly penitent And doth his Tears impart They are to Angels straightway sent Rejoycing his own heart They are the solace of his Soul If bitter they appear His comforts then the sweeter are The sinner's Pearl's a Tear His Sighs and Groans if they are deep And threaten to destroy In peace he may lie down and sleep The fuller is his joy The beams of Consolation shine Into this house of grief His Soul in travel is at last Sweet Peace is his relief So that I truly may conclude He that doth mourn for Sin Doth weep for Joy a multitude Of Pleasure lies therein Those Christal Rivers that do flow So n●…er the Heav'nly King They their original do owe Unto a Weeping-spring One rich drop from a solid sigh Pure in a Christal-birth Is to be priz'd by far above Oceans of carnal Mirth ¶ On Ambition HOnour 's insatiate never satisfi'd Nor is the Beggar innocent from Pride The Labourer a Yeoman fain would be The Yeoman would a Gentleman's degree The Gentleman must worship'd be at Feast And to that end must be a Squire at least The swaggering Squire must needs be dub'd a Knight Then aims at Baron as his Title-right The Baron must be Lord to please his Girl If that won't do he must be made an Earl That done Ambition bids him still aspier Marquess in Heraldry is one step higher The Marquess then casts out his golden Hook With Cash and Crast till he becomes a Duke The Duke no arguments can him convince But that by merit he should be a Prince When Prince he elevates his foaring wing Flies to the Throne of a terrestrial King Yet there 's no rest so doth Ambition gull us He must be Caesar or he will be Nullus Caesar won't make him yet the World's Commander Wherefore he must be styl'd an Alexander And Alexander though the whole World's Rod Must be ador'd and worshipt as a God After his many wonders even then He sound himself to be as other men Base Pride eclipses those of high degree But before Honour is Humility Honour that Furnace which doth heat the blood Making men act things but profusely good Swelling Ambition makes a man its slave Till Death's sharp Dart doth post him to his grave But how in play first came this cheating Sin Adam would be a God so it came in Other sins fly from God and shun the chace This boldly flies in the Almighty's face All that the erring Children have to say Is this It was our Father led the way ¶ Spiritus Sanctus COme holy Spirit come and breathe Thy spicy Odours on the face Of our dull Region here beneathe And fill our Souls with thy sweet Grace Come and root out the poysonous Weeds That over-run and choak our lives And in our hearts plant thine own Seeds Whose quickning power our Spirit revives First pla●… the humble Violet there That dwells secure by being low Then let the Lily next appear And make us chast yet fruitful too But oh plant all the Vertues Lord And let the Metaphors alone Repeat once more that mighty Word Thou needst but say Let it be done We can alas nor be nor grow Unless thy powerful mercy please Thy hand must plant and water too Thy hand alone must give encrease Do then what thou alone canst do Do what to thee so easie is Conduct us through this World of woe And place us safe in thine own Bliss All Glory to the Sacred Three One Ever living Soveraign Lord As at the first still may he be Belov'd and prais'd fear'd and ador'd ¶ The Christian and a Worldling A Dialogue Wor. IS it not pleasant Christian to be great Chr. 'T is but a moral cheat Wor. Where lies the cheat when I receive the gold Chr. In crying sins untold Wor. Must I be wretched 'cause I'm growing rich Chr. Wealth is oft-times a Witch Wor. Amity with the World I never mist. Chr. That 's enmity with Christ. Wor. I cloath the naked I the hungry seed Chr. Those are good acts indeed Wor. My Purse for Alms flows like a Conduit p●…pe Chr. 'Cause ye the Widows gripe Wor. I fear my God and do my Neighbours love Chr. That men may well approve Wor. I relieve those that have in Perils been Chr. But only to be seen Wor. This do I do what is 't I should do more Chr. Give all unto the Poor Then may thy name be in the Christian-list And when thou' rt poor thy treasure is in Christ. ¶ On the Tree of Knowledge IN Paradise it was this Tree did grow Plac'd in the midst that man might thereby know It was the choicest Plant but Satan came And with his wiles beguiled Adam's Dame Taste Woman eat quoth he it doth descry Both Good and Evil eat and never die Forbear and perish herein lies the odds They that shall eat hereof shall be as Gods Is it not pleasant were it understood You 'd eat and say it is no common Food It is an Oyntment for your blinded eyes First taste then eat this Fruit will make you wise Eve like a silly woman then began To bite that Bait