. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . at lets me fee your dear-lovd Face no more!Ah! why that Face muft I no longer fee,Which ne er, till now, once lookt unkind on me ?Sure you believe theres poyfon in my breath,Or that my Eyes dart nnavoided the danger with thy conqu ring Eye,Vnfheath its Rays, and let t& Offender die:Or elfe discharge a frown, and flrike me deadyFor more than Death I your Difpleafure Eyes are all I wlfh, let them be mine,The Sun, unmift by me, may ceafe to mine:Fair Cynthias beautious Eyes, I c
. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . at lets me fee your dear-lovd Face no more!Ah! why that Face muft I no longer fee,Which ne er, till now, once lookt unkind on me ?Sure you believe theres poyfon in my breath,Or that my Eyes dart nnavoided the danger with thy conqu ring Eye,Vnfheath its Rays, and let t& Offender die:Or elfe discharge a frown, and flrike me deadyFor more than Death I your Difpleafure Eyes are all I wlfh, let them be mine,The Sun, unmift by me, may ceafe to mine:Fair Cynthias beautious Eyes, I can contemn,Tho all the Lamps of Night fetch Beamsfrom them:But if, my Life, my Soul, thou Thine deny,Heart-broke, in darknefs and defpairl if thy very Abfence caufe fuch pain,Guefs what my Torment is to Love, but Love in vain I Amb- (?7) Amb. Apolog. pro David. If any of our Servants offend us, we arewont not to look upon the?n : If this bethought a punifhment among Men, howmuch more with God ? for you fee thatGod turned away his face from the Offer-ing ofCain. D 3 VIII. 0 (38). (39) VIII. 0 that my Head were Waters, and a fountain of Tears, that I mightweep Day and Night! Jer. ix. i. OH! that my Head were one vaft fource of dublmgftreams as numrous as my hairs:My Face a Plain, which briny Floods mould drown ,And fcorning banks, come proudly rolling grief with inexhauftible fuffilies,Won d fill the Cifterns of my flowing Byes!Till the fierce torrents which thofe fprings impartHew down my Breaft, and ftagnate round my Heart, Not all the tears the Royal Pfalmift Hied,With which his Couch was wafkd, himielf .was jWsNor thofe which once the weeping Mary pound,On the dear Feet of her forgiving Lord-,Nor thofe which drown d. the great dpofties Breaft,Whofe boafled Zeal fhrunk at th* affrighting Tefi iAVthefe, nor more than thefe, can eerfu§ce7To cleanfe the ftains of my Impieties. D 4 Give (4°) Give me the nndilcoverd fource of Nik, That with
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