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 Mortality.

LOrd, what a Shadow is the Life of man?
A nothing, less than is a little span.
Just as a Bird when as it takes its flight
From off the owners hand, is out of sight.
Our present time is as a fading flower,
A flying minute, or a running hour.
The time to come, after the present's fled,
Uncertain is, next Sun may see us dead.
Lord, in this hour, oh, make me sure of thee,
Lest in the next I miss Felicitie.