. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . ace gave a ReUJh to his Meat:No Favrite eer was dearer to his Prince ,No Prince fuch Favours ever did Difpenfe* Sejm (Mi) r Clyttfs felf coud greater Honours have,K> the World*s Conquror was almofl his new Advancement pleasd my Though ts, tis true,or there are fecret Charms in all things new.)le Courtiers envy, and the Crowds admirefee the King my Company defire.:, oh! on Kings tis Folly to depend,hofe Powr, much more their Favours, quickly ^ade King to Frowns does all his Smiles convert,1 as he lovd, fo hates, without defert
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . ace gave a ReUJh to his Meat:No Favrite eer was dearer to his Prince ,No Prince fuch Favours ever did Difpenfe* Sejm (Mi) r Clyttfs felf coud greater Honours have,K> the World*s Conquror was almofl his new Advancement pleasd my Though ts, tis true,or there are fecret Charms in all things new.)le Courtiers envy, and the Crowds admirefee the King my Company defire.:, oh! on Kings tis Folly to depend,hofe Powr, much more their Favours, quickly ^ade King to Frowns does all his Smiles convert,1 as he lovd, fo hates, without fowrs to Rage, and I am fentfrom my Native Soil to to Hiftry adds one Story more,itory I for ever muft had not a feverer Fate,r Clytus Happinefs a fhorter Date,jod ! how great is their Security,tofe Hopes and Wifhes all are fixd on Thee ? Aug. in Pfal. 3^. ake all other Loves $ he is fairer who Createdieaven and Earth. XIV. Ifstt ( »44 ). Isitte deivn wider his shad&rv fivhcrn L lnvd)jvil/i arc at delta hi. Cant, z. ?. ( *45 ) I XIV. fate down under his Shadow (whom 1 loved)with great Delight, Cant. iij. 3, rN a long Journey to an unknown Clime, w Much Ground I TravelW, and confamd much Time 3 ill weary grown, computing in my Mind, thought the fhorteH of my Way behind. it when 1 better had furveyd the Race, found there ftill remaind the greater Space. hen my faint Limbs grew feeble with Defpair, ifcouragd at a Journey fo fevere: /ith Hands and Eyes eredl:, I vent my Grief 0 Heayn, in hope from thence to find Relief, Oh! who will fhade me from this [coveting Heat fit on my Head how the fierce Sun-beams beat!Uhile by their Fervor parchd, the burning Sandorments my Feet, and fcarce will let me Hand,rhen you I praife, dear Groves, and fhady Bowers,left with cool Springs, and fweet refrefhing Flowrs, h Then Then wilh th expanded Poflar woud oerfpread,Or leavy Apple Ihade my weary Head. The God whofe Aid I oft had fought
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