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 ...

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Title: 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 ...
Author: Speed, Samuel, 1631-1682.
Publication: London :: Printed by J. C. for S. S. ...,; 1677.
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¶ On Love and Hatred.

I Love too much, to hate what I should love;
I love too much, to love what I should hate.
My Love and Hatred in wrong Centres move,
Such hateful love, God doth abominate.
I love not Goodness, neither hate I Evil:
My Hate to Vertue's hot, to Vice is cold.
I love too little God, too much the Devil;
My Love and Hate, wrong Objects do behold.
Lord, change my Love to Hate, my Hate to Love,
That so thy Just ce may of both approve.