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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

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

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-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

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-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