. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates. . ime I muft deplore,.That lets me fee your dear-lovd Face no muft I, Love, that Face no longer lee,That nere, till now, once lookd awry on me?Sure you believe theres poyfon in my breath,Or that my eyes dartunavoided the danger with thy conquVing eye,Unfoeath its Rays, and let ^Offender die ; j Or elfe discharge a frown, and fir ike me dead,For more thanDeath J your Difpleafure eyes are all I wifh, let them be mine,The S##,unmift by me, may ceafe to fhine :But if de
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates. . ime I muft deplore,.That lets me fee your dear-lovd Face no muft I, Love, that Face no longer lee,That nere, till now, once lookd awry on me?Sure you believe theres poyfon in my breath,Or that my eyes dartunavoided the danger with thy conquVing eye,Unfoeath its Rays, and let ^Offender die ; j Or elfe discharge a frown, and fir ike me dead,For more thanDeath J your Difpleafure eyes are all I wifh, let them be mine,The S##,unmift by me, may ceafe to fhine :But if deprivd oithem, not his faint light,Nor all its OljeBs, can reprize my think, my Love, with pity and remorfc*Hqv( I am tortnfd by this fad Divorce : : Think (39) rhink on the pains of unregarded Love, 1 ftnd blame their caulfe, \Ufam you difapprove. Amb. Apolog. pro David. f any of wr Servants offend us, we are wont not tolook upon them : If this be thought a funijhment a-mong Men, how much more with God P for youfee that God turned away his face from the Offering(?fCain, VIII. Othat. D wiat 77n,jETcad 7veT£ Wk&pSf and—jmrre&wzi a~iv7i7ita77iiaf!ZearS/ t/iatJ(7?iio7il- 7VCCV day(a~7id 7iiaAt. i. £a* ) o VIII. 0 that my Head were Waters, and mine Eyesa fountain of Tears, that I might iveep dayand night! Jer. 9* 1. H ! that my head were one vaft ibijrce of tears,Withbubling ftrearns asnumrous as my hair sixThat grief with inexhauftible fuppliesWon el fill the Gift ems of my flowing eyes!Till the fierce torrents which thofe ff rings impartFlow down my breaft, and ft agnate round my heartl Not all the tears the Royal Tfalmift fhed,With which his Comch was wa(hd, himfelf was feftNor thofe which once the weeping Mary powrd,To walh the feet of her forgiving Lord ;Nor thofe which drownd the great Apfttis bread,iWhofe boafted Zw\ ihrunkatthaffrighting Teft; uo Nor thefe, nor more than thefe, can ere fufficc To cleanfe the flaws of my Impieties. Give me the undifcoverd
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