. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . ive hafte of neceffary Fate I Why then, my God, does fwift-pacd Time betray,/hat of it felfs fo fubjed to decay?kH to the Grave, their Centre, freely bend,,nd thither, preit with their own weight, defend;ate needs not any hafty vilence ufe,^o force a motion, which unurgd they chufe. Did I the Stars more tcmperd matter fhare,feii they firft fell, 1 no decay Ihoud fear:)r coud I like thunbodyd Angels be,ike them, Yd triumph oer /, like Infetts, fitre, derive my Birthromfome Flebeian, f unifying did not Heavnan Iron tem
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . ive hafte of neceffary Fate I Why then, my God, does fwift-pacd Time betray,/hat of it felfs fo fubjed to decay?kH to the Grave, their Centre, freely bend,,nd thither, preit with their own weight, defend;ate needs not any hafty vilence ufe,^o force a motion, which unurgd they chufe. Did I the Stars more tcmperd matter fhare,feii they firft fell, 1 no decay Ihoud fear:)r coud I like thunbodyd Angels be,ike them, Yd triumph oer /, like Infetts, fitre, derive my Birthromfome Flebeian, f unifying did not Heavnan Iron temper grant,)r hew me from a Rock of Adamant? But how dare I with Heav n expoltulate,)r blame the frailty of .my mortal frate?for ought prou d Clay its Potter eer upbraid,for fcorns he that weak Veffel which he has made. Rupert, in Jerem. lib. i. cap. the unhafpy Clay blafpheme the fingers of in Fet-ter? Howfol becaufe the Potter comrafting his fin-gers, and ftrihing the Veffel with his whole hand, itis violently daftfd to peces. VI. I have (JO). I/lave SinnedjfvbatsAa/lJde unh /iaJll/iau Jetm? aStja. mark again SiAce frk 7-u ./. *0 <?o VL have finned, what fhall 1 do unto thee, 0 thouPreferver of Men ? Why haft thoufet me a* *Mark againft thee? Job vii. 20. TIs juft, nor will I longer hide my lhame,But own my felf egregioufly to blame:4y Sins to fuch a mighty fum amount,rhat hope of Pardon woud increafe th account;^nd the black Catlogue of their unwip d fcore,ills for more Plagues than Vengeance has in flore* I own it, Lord, nor juft Dishonour fear ;Since fitblick Funijhment I ought to , at thy Feet, I humbly proftrate bow,And beg my Sentence from thy Mouth to my own Hand thy dread Revenge prevent,And make my felf my own fad Monument IShall I with Gifts thy loaden Altar crown,Or facrifice the Beaft, my felf, thereon ?(Thofure my Blood mud that bleft flace give what it fljoud eleanfe a fouler ft tin.) AH ( JO All this, and more, if pofl
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