. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . ling from each kifs ! How vaft the pleafure, how divine the blifs I What new delights from heavnly Love ftill flow, They only, who enjoy the Blefling, know. But, oh I to love, or to belovd of Thee, Is the great myflry of Felicity : And, more t mhance and recommend the joy, Tisfuchastime dots heighten, not deft roy. My Love, my Life in Thee all Hyblas Sweets, In Thee zllOpbirs richeft Treafure meets. With what repeated Ecfiacies poffeft, We vent our paflions in each others breaft J O how unfpeakables
. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . ling from each kifs ! How vaft the pleafure, how divine the blifs I What new delights from heavnly Love ftill flow, They only, who enjoy the Blefling, know. But, oh I to love, or to belovd of Thee, Is the great myflry of Felicity : And, more t mhance and recommend the joy, Tisfuchastime dots heighten, not deft roy. My Love, my Life in Thee all Hyblas Sweets, In Thee zllOpbirs richeft Treafure meets. With what repeated Ecfiacies poffeft, We vent our paflions in each others breaft J O how unfpeakables the blifs to me, To lofe my felf in thoughts of its Eternity! This Love is fubjeft to no anxious cares, Too blefi fox troubles, too fecure fox fears. In Paradices of delight it feeds, Where whiteft Lilies deck thenameUd Meads i Among which Emblems c£ our pure defires, We in chaft pleafures quench our mutual fires. Bernard, in Cant. Serm. who hear eft, or readefi this, take care to havethe Lilies in thee, if thou muldjt have this dwelleramong the Lilies vlfit thee. m 4 iv. im (168). 1amniyBelmsecUfyancLhij dtjircv<s TvTvar-dd me,. Cant: /. zo. <* IV. tarn my Beloveds, and his defire is towardsmey Cant. vij. 10. THro the thick fhades of a cool Cyprefs Grove^Weeping I wanderd to bewail my Love;A briny torrent rowld adown my breaft,And weighty grief my finking Soul my fad Arms an Ivory Lute I bore,My forrows fure Phyfician with my grief, on a (oft Turf I reft,And thus unload my over-burthend breaft. Mufti my daysconfume in Ionefbm grief,And cruel Love deny me all relief ?O let that curie attend my Enemies,Be they ftill Strangers to Loves envy3d Blifs! For not to love, is furely not to live,<c Since Lifes chief bleffings we in Love receive:| The whole defign ofliving is to love, And who loves woft, does befl his life improve. Bodies fi7°) Bodies of Earth down to their centre tendAnd Seeds of Fire to theirs above our fofc hearts
Size: 1312px × 1905px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookaut, bookdecade1690, bookidpiadesideriaor00hugo, bookyear1690
