. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . thy Head the richeft Ojls ^^J^^^f iVf;??j from thy lovd Temples floW,And on thy Lij^s eternal Rofes breath ft the Odors of the fficy Eaft,In Mjrrhy Dew thy fragrant ^^r^j IvVy Neck^ fweats richeft Frankincenfe,And evrj part does foine r^r^ /r^«/^ Perfumes in the vaft ^or/^ are found,In a rich Compound mixd, in Thee fuch a noble fmell, and rich Perfume ^ Was ^t of old fiird the blefi Virgins Room^ V When Thou, the Flowr <?f Jefle
. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . thy Head the richeft Ojls ^^J^^^f iVf;??j from thy lovd Temples floW,And on thy Lij^s eternal Rofes breath ft the Odors of the fficy Eaft,In Mjrrhy Dew thy fragrant ^^r^j IvVy Neck^ fweats richeft Frankincenfe,And evrj part does foine r^r^ /r^«/^ Perfumes in the vaft ^or/^ are found,In a rich Compound mixd, in Thee fuch a noble fmell, and rich Perfume ^ Was ^t of old fiird the blefi Virgins Room^ V When Thou, the Flowr <?f Jefle, begahft to blootti. 3 Oh! might this Odor blefs my longing Senfe,How woud it cure my feeble Impotence !1 foon flioud conquer all my languifhment,And iwiftly follow the attraSlivefcent^And myCompanionsi^tlamecourfewondmove,A s the whole floek^waits on tWanointed Dove, ■ Gilbert, in Cant. Hom .18. Love // a Cord that holds f aft, and draws affe^imate-^ly, Tvhofe words arefo many allurements. Nethingholds fafter than the band of LoY^; nothing attra^smore power fully, I 2 IX. 0 thiit (ii6). Suchd t^c hTaSbctfmv7fia/icrw/icn I ydlshcni/driei-hciesjiiscd. ^ _^ (ii7) IX. 0 that thou wert ^ my Brother^ that fucked,the breajls of my Mother ; when I Jhouldfind thee without^ I would kifs thee, yet Ijhould 9i0t be defpifedy Cant. viij. I WH O will enoble my unworthy Race,And Thy great name among their numbersNor wifh I this to raife my Pedigree, (place ? Contented with my mean , tho my Blood wou d be a (lain to Thlne^Still I muft wifh we had one wou d I have thee grown to thofe brisk yearsWhen firft the gentle budding Down ftill an Infant, hanging on the Breaft,The fame which I before have often, preft:A Brother fuch woud my Ambition chufe,l{Elder, I thy converfe mufl Life I be bom again, and let me Child, thofe happy Cradles, bleft by have pretty, pleafant, charming Arts,Above the flder firt^ t
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