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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¶ 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.
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