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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London :: Printed by J. C. for S. S. ...,
1677.
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¶ Salve for the Sick.
WHenas some sharp Disease shall visit me,I sear, with pain, I shall impatient be:For I am Cholerick by nature made,By temper tender, apt to be afraid;And such a stranger unto sickness am,'Twould prove a Lions conquest o're a Lamb.
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O whither will my minde with wavering sail,When a Disease shall over me prevail?O whither will my giddy fancy stride,When a Distemper's the unstable Guide?Wilde-fire will sit upon my burning tongue,When with a Feaver every Sense is stung.Wherefore, O Lord, if it disclose my shame,Let it give no dishonour to thy Name.Teach me the Art of Patience whilst I'm well,That when grown sick, that Vertue may excel.In that day let me not assistance lack;Lighten my burthen, or improve my back.In God I'll trust when Life hath spun its length;For In the Lord is everlasting strength.
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