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 Food.

A Man with all things needful may be sed;
God for both Soul and Body Food hath sent.
That for the Body is material bread,
And for the Soul his Word's the nutriment.
If Bread I want, my Body then must perish;
Without the Word, my Soul will fail to thrive:
He that sends both, sends both of them to cherish,
To keep both Body and the Soul alive.
Famine of Bread is a destructive Curse;
But Famine of the Word is much more worse.
Lord, to my Soul thy Heav'nly Food apply;
Give that a life, although my body die.