. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . d difrobe the Fields,Bring all the Treafure Natures Store-houfe yields:Bind fragrant Rofi-buds to my Temples firft,Then with cool Affles quench my fiery may allay the Fever of my no ! theres nothing, nothing does me Loves force what Salve can Rofes make,Since evn themselves may hide the foisnous Snake $And jiffies fure can fmall afliftance give,In one of them th Old Serpent did then! to flacken this tormenting Fire,The Rofe of Sharon only I defire :And for an Affle to aflwage my Grief,Give it,
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . d difrobe the Fields,Bring all the Treafure Natures Store-houfe yields:Bind fragrant Rofi-buds to my Temples firft,Then with cool Affles quench my fiery may allay the Fever of my no ! theres nothing, nothing does me Loves force what Salve can Rofes make,Since evn themselves may hide the foisnous Snake $And jiffies fure can fmall afliftance give,In one of them th Old Serpent did then! to flacken this tormenting Fire,The Rofe of Sharon only I defire :And for an Affle to aflwage my Grief,Give it, oh! give it from the Tree of Life!Then ftrow them gently on my Virgin-Bed!And as the withering Rofe declines its Head,Composd to Deaths long Sleep my Reft Ill takeDream of my Love, and in his Arms awake. Gift Giflen in Cant. cap. 2. rt is certainly a good Languijhment, when theDifeafe is not to Death, but Life, that Godmay be glorified by it: When that Heat andFever does not proceed from a confuming, butrather from an improving Fire, M 2 III. My ( iH). mine, andlam hif;h~efcedeth among thcLillicS ?. tf* <i<S5) III. Mj Beloved is mine, and 1 am his ; he feedethamong the Lilies, Cant. ij. 16, BLefl: Souls,whofe Hearts burn with fuch equal Fire%As never, but together^ will Expire !ro your Content I woud not Crowns prefer,For all Heavns Blejfmgs are dilated there:And when with equal Flames two Souls engage,rhat happy Minute is Loves golden Blifs I wiflid, when Love at firft pofleft,And fpread his Enfigns oer my trembling Bread :How oft I prayd, wheneer in Love I burn,Grant me, great PowV, to find a juft return !The God returnd this Anfwer to my Prayr,Love firfl, and never then of Love Defpair !The fudden Sound invades my frightned Ear,I trembled when I knew the God was it thy Will, Almighty Love (I cryd)To lift a Soldier, in thy Wars untryd ?Tis true, my Fellow-Maids have told me longThe promised Joys of thy adoring throng: M 3 But (
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