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 ...

¶ Death, Man, and Grave. A Dialogue.

Death.

COme down, proud Lust.

Man.

To what? to Dust?

Grav.

I that you must, and shall.

Man.

Thou thing of bones.

Grav.

That fetcheth groans,

Death.

From very stones, and all.

Man.

From Dust I came.

Grav.

Thou must again.

Death.

Sin is thy bain and thrall.

Man.

That's thee: away

Death.

With mortal Clay:

Grav.

Why do you stay? you must.

Death.

Come, leave your groans.

Man.

To go with bones?

Grav.

You must go once, poor dust.

Death.

Nay, do not frown.

Man.

Away rude Clown.

Death.

I'll strike thee down, proud lust.

Man.

Then I submit; forbear your storms Seeing I must return a Guest To my Acquaintance old, the worms, Farewel, fond World, I'll take my rest.

Grav.

I have a Charm will make you sleep; And all you have you here may trust: For Watchmen, not a few, I keep, The harmless Worms, that are so just.

With care they do befriend him That cometh here within this path. Thus man one world of servants hath, And when he on his Death-bed lies, Another doth attend him.