. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . e this Captive from its loathM reftraint!Speak but the word, thy Servant fhall be free!Thou mddfl me thus, O thus unbody me!Or if thou wilt not this relief afford,Grant (bme kind Poifon, or fomc friendly Sword IDying rd hug the Author of my Death,And beg his fardon with my lateft to fave man xh^ guilty fend {^^^m^ Difeafe !Death in the moft affrightingJJgafe will I to aft Perillus (corcbing Scene,I fiiou d rejoice to hear my felf Heavn! my fatience is o ercome hy g
. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . e this Captive from its loathM reftraint!Speak but the word, thy Servant fhall be free!Thou mddfl me thus, O thus unbody me!Or if thou wilt not this relief afford,Grant (bme kind Poifon, or fomc friendly Sword IDying rd hug the Author of my Death,And beg his fardon with my lateft to fave man xh^ guilty fend {^^^m^ Difeafe !Death in the moft affrightingJJgafe will I to aft Perillus (corcbing Scene,I fiiou d rejoice to hear my felf Heavn! my fatience is o ercome hy grief IIs there above no (liccour, no relief?The mercy Death is all I thee implore:Lord! grant it foon, left I blalpheme thy for difpatch tormented wretches crueltys fo barb rous ts am I to this noifom Carcafe ty*d,Whole ftench is death in all its ghaftly pride ?Then fpeak^ the word, and I fhall foon be free;Thm formdft me thm^ O thns unbodyiwr / Amb- (197) Amb. in Pfal. cxviij. Harp does that Soul live, that is in-clofed in a coz^cring of E)eath ? IX« lam (19? ). Jam in a{sb^aia?iirhc2?vccii inc^ havina ^c Utrh Jipclvedariiltc Ic ivtlh Cftrut. (i99) IX. I am in a, Jlraight between tivo^ having a de*fire to be dijfolvedy and to be with ChrtjijPhilip, i. 2^. HOw fhall I do to fix my doubtful Love >Shall I remain below^ or foar above ?Here Earth detains me, and retards my flight;There Heavn invites me to fublime delight:Heavn calls aloud, and bids me hafle away;While Earth allures, and gently whifpers, ftaj IBut hence thou fly Inchantrefs of my heart ]Ill breali thy fetters, and defpife thy , harte, kind Fate, unlock my Prifon door !Were I released, how I aloft vvoud foai* ?See, Utrdi my ftrugghng arms towVdsT/?^^ are ( ftrive to grafp thee in their wide ! had Ifowr to mount above the Pole^And touch the Center oj my longing Soul ITho torn in funder by the flight I be,rd loofe one half, might tother reach but Thee. O
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