. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . you Stars, and you bright Forms adieu >My. busnefs here was with my Love, not nothing good below without my Love,Nor any thing worth a faint Wijh above. One Worldfubdud, the Conjuror diddeploreThat Niggard Tate had not allowed him more:My vafter thoughts a thousand Worlds defpife,Nor lofe one wijh on fuch a worthlefs all the Vniverfe from Pole to Pole,Heavn, Earth, and Sea, can fill my boundlefs SouLWhat neither Earths wide limits can contain,Nor the large Empire o
. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . you Stars, and you bright Forms adieu >My. busnefs here was with my Love, not nothing good below without my Love,Nor any thing worth a faint Wijh above. One Worldfubdud, the Conjuror diddeploreThat Niggard Tate had not allowed him more:My vafter thoughts a thousand Worlds defpife,Nor lofe one wijh on fuch a worthlefs all the Vniverfe from Pole to Pole,Heavn, Earth, and Sea, can fill my boundlefs SouLWhat neither Earths wide limits can contain,Nor the large Empire of the (preading Main 5Nor Heavn, whofe vafter Globe does both indole;Thats the fole ObjeB my Ambition now, alas! my Soul at Jhadows caught,And always was deceivdm what it fought:Thou, Lord, alone art Heavn, Earthy Sea, tome:Then, Lord, art All, all nothing without Thee. Aug. (iSO Aug. Soliloq. cap. 20. Whatever is contained within the eompafs ofHeaven, is beneath the Soul of Man,which was made to enjoy the chiefeftGoodabove, in whofe poffeflion alone it can behappy. vii. m fi86). Wo u mc, ihatlam conSlravnedlo dnrdlrvilh 7rufech,cmMo ha&t (rny habitation airLorw the, lent* ^afKeaZar. 4- p (i87) VII. J Wo is me, that I am conftrained to dwell withMefech, and to have my habitation amongthe tents 0/Kedar ! Pfal. cxx. 4. STill does the Sun with ufual motion fteerThe revolutions of the circling Year?Or Gibeons wondrous Solftice is renew d,When at the mighty JolliuaV beck^ he flood?Or is his motion now grown Retrogade,As when he turnd the Hebrew Diafsfbad* $Why ehefhoudl, who now am pall the AgeAllowd to tread this Worlds unhappy Stage ?Why fhou d I be denyd an Exit, nowIve playd my f art, and have no more to do ?[s there on Earth a Bleffing to repairThinjurious force of my detainer there ?How wotid Iwelcom any fav ring death,To eafe me of the burthen of my breath rByonefureftroke, kind Fate, my Soul reprieve]For tis continual dying here to live, Here (i88) Here
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