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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¶ On a Rose-tree.

'TWas in September I observ'd a Tree That then bore Roses; stranger 'twas to me. Others of like kind round about it grew, Yet all were barren, and those not a few. The Gardner kindly did the reason give: In May 'twas closely clipt, that it might thrive And bud in Autumn. Lord, had I been kept Curb'd in my tender years, whenas I slept Secure from punishment, my life had been Grey in its Youth, and when grown aged, Green. He that intends to win the happy Race, Must learn in tender years to grow in Grace.
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