. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . wingd in vain,Whom fportful Boys with fcanty Threads retrainWhen eager to retrieve their Native Air,They rife a little height, and flutter there :But having to their utmoft Limits flown, (dowThe more they ftrive to mount, they fall the faftEach, tho it fleeps in its young Tyrants Bread,And is with Banquets from his Lips Careft fcYet prizes more the freedom of the Wood,Than all the Dainties of its dear-bought Tears diilblve my Chains, O with what eafId weep a Deluge for a quick releafe ?But Tears are vain, reach, Lord I thy Hand
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . wingd in vain,Whom fportful Boys with fcanty Threads retrainWhen eager to retrieve their Native Air,They rife a little height, and flutter there :But having to their utmoft Limits flown, (dowThe more they ftrive to mount, they fall the faftEach, tho it fleeps in its young Tyrants Bread,And is with Banquets from his Lips Careft fcYet prizes more the freedom of the Wood,Than all the Dainties of its dear-bought Tears diilblve my Chains, O with what eafId weep a Deluge for a quick releafe ?But Tears are vain, reach, Lord I thy Hands to meAnd in return Ill ftretch my Chains to , only thou canfl: loofe my Bands j for non<£an take them off, but he that put them on. Chryfo ( *°? ) Chryfoft. horn. 55. ad pop. Antioch. ow long fball we be faflned here ? We flick tothe Earthy and as if we fbould always livetherey we wallow in the Mire. God gave usBodies of Earthy that we fbould carry themto Heaven, not that we fbould by them debafeour Souls to the Earth. X. Bring ( 2o4 ). Urina ^my/ciiKculcfnru&i, l/iatlmayriraisc fhy name JPja?. t+ z $ ■ ( 205 ) Bring my Soul out of Prifbn, that I may praifethy Name, Pfal. cxlij. 9. I Who did once thro Heav ns wide Regions rove,Free Denizen of thofe vaft Realms above jMow to a narrow Dungeon am confind,A. Cave that darkens and retrains my firft my Soul put on its fleihly Load,It was Imprifon d in the dark Abode *,My Feet were Fetters, my Hands Manacles,My Sinews Chains, and all Confinement elfe jMy Bones the Bars of my loathd Prifon-grate ,My Tongue the Turnkey, and my Mouth the Gate. Why from my Native Station am I fentA Captive to this narrow Tenement tHow oft woud I attempt a Jhameful Fight,^n Fire or Water bid the World good Nig**?How oft have I their happy Fate admird,Who by the Sword or Poifon have expircf ? But ( 2o6 ) But to gain Heavn, we mufi Heavns leifure flay Such rafh Attempers have miflook the way. As only Heavn ohy Beings did beflow, *
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