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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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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Speed, Samuel, 1631-1682.
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1677.
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¶ I would, but cannot.
I Would be rich, but Riches fly away;I would be great, but 'tis with Envy blended;I would be fair, but Beauty doth decay;I would be brave, but 'tis with Pride attended.I would be worldly-wise, but that is Folly;I would be strong, but 'tis a Beast-like guise;I would be thought religious, that's unholy;I would be learned, but it makes not wise.These vain Endowments soon draw to an end;To each there is a But that doth attend.Thus Fate, who stops the race of worldly glory,Shews such Endowments are but transitory.
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