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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¶ Bad at Best.

MY Practice gives the lye to my Profession;
I give too large a rein unto my Will;
I do not grieve enough for my Transgression,
But do delight in contemplating ill.
I wish for Heav'n, but tread the path of Hell;
I love the day, but more the deeds o'th' night:
Little I have, yet that I use not well;
I covet much, but covet not aright.
Good deeds ill done, run clearly 'gainst the byas;
Wishes and words are winds, our deeds must try us.
My ways are evil, sin doth too much attend them;
Open mine eyes, O Lord, and I shall mend them.