. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . enfive Ill bewail my wretched State,Like a fad Turtle widowd of her Mate •,HI bath thy pale dead Lips in a warm flood,And from thy Locks 111 wafh the clotted Blood: (MS) Thy hanging head my hands fliall gently raife-jAnd to my cheek Til lay thy gory face;Thy wounded fide with watry eyes 111 view,And as thy blood, my tears fhall ever flow: fFlow till my fight, by their kind flood reliev d,With the fad Object be no longer grievU Yet this one wound in me will many make,Till proftrate at thy feet my plac
. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . enfive Ill bewail my wretched State,Like a fad Turtle widowd of her Mate •,HI bath thy pale dead Lips in a warm flood,And from thy Locks 111 wafh the clotted Blood: (MS) Thy hanging head my hands fliall gently raife-jAnd to my cheek Til lay thy gory face;Thy wounded fide with watry eyes 111 view,And as thy blood, my tears fhall ever flow: fFlow till my fight, by their kind flood reliev d,With the fad Object be no longer grievU Yet this one wound in me will many make,Till proftrate at thy feet my place I take:Then 111 embrace again the fatal Tree,And write this fad Infeription under thee:Two Lovers fee, who their own Deaths conffire IShe drowns in Tears, while He confitmes in Fire, Honorius (i49) Honorius in cap. % Cant, apud Delr. Afbadow is made of a body and light, aud isthe Travellers covert from the heatr hisprotection from the fiorm. The Tree ofLife, to wit, the Apple-Tree, is theholyCroft; its Fruit is Chrift, its flsadow therefrefhment and defence of Mankind. L 5 XV- How (M?). Mow shall(fViLSXTW ikcXtcrrtli Sdna ■a sfranqc LaiiZ- Tsal. itf-j vi OsO xv. : How /balltve (tng the Lor is Song in afirangeLand ? Pfal. cxxxvij. 4. OH ! why, my Friends, am I denYd to fing ?How can I raife a note, or touch a firing fMujic&equives a Spul to mirth inclind,And fympathizes with the troubled mind, But you reply, Such feafons moft requireThe kind diverfion of the warbling Lyre 3When^/woud ftrike you dumb, tis time to fog,Then ftrain the voice, and ftrike the trembttng/ragsLeaft then the mind oerwhelmd in forrow lie,Too much intent on it own mifery. You urge, this remedy will grief affwage,And with examples frove what you (ay, This tunes the weary Sailors note,While oer long Seas their nimble Veffels float 2You fay, This makes the artful Shepherd play,Whole tuneful Pipes the tedious hours betray, L 4 And And that the Travellers journey eafrft proves,When to the mufic
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