. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . What I defign in every filent VOW,Only my (elf-, and my Beloved know;And my thick SIGHS a myftick Language to all but me and Him I love. How oft have 1, with pious Fraud and Art,fn a diflembled look belyd my Heart? Fleafur (5) °leafitre and Mirth without deludes the fight,tVhile all within is Torment in the height. No Faith in Tears, for Tears have learnt deceit,<o Faith in Smiles, unlefs your felf youd the hafty World believes Im fad \laugh, and they as faft conclude me glad,iow little ihows my Face my Minds
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . What I defign in every filent VOW,Only my (elf-, and my Beloved know;And my thick SIGHS a myftick Language to all but me and Him I love. How oft have 1, with pious Fraud and Art,fn a diflembled look belyd my Heart? Fleafur (5) °leafitre and Mirth without deludes the fight,tVhile all within is Torment in the height. No Faith in Tears, for Tears have learnt deceit,<o Faith in Smiles, unlefs your felf youd the hafty World believes Im fad \laugh, and they as faft conclude me glad,iow little ihows my Face my Minds intent ?[mile whGiigrievd, whenptoV, I moft lament*tfot the Camelion changes more than thofe,^Vhofe every Wifh new Mafquerades expofe jSTone knows my fecret GtOA NS, and TO JTS, and S1G HS,tone but we Two, and only we fuffice. Heb. iv. 13. Neither is there any Creature that is not ma-nifest in his Sight, but all Things are nakedand opened to the Eyes of him with whomtve have to do. B 1 SIGHS (6). Wit7i ??iy Strut- have I^eJzre?thee i7i the 717 jhi: Jja: q£. tf. To (7) SIGHS O F T H E Penitent &oal BOOK the Firfi. I. With my Soul have I defired thee in the Night,Ifa. xxvi. 9. HO W do my wandrlng Thoughts miftake theirAnd in a Maze of darkfom Error ftray ? ( in whofe difmal Labyrinth, I concludeTh Egyptian Plague is in my Soul cloudy, fearful, horrid \ not one fparkOf Day j a Night for Night it felf too Scythian or Cimmerian Sky fb black, (forfake -7Tho Heavns bright Lamps thofe gloomy ShadesEvn Hdl, where Night in fable Triumph dwells,Yields to the Terror of my darker Cells; B 4 For B (8) For tho no favouring Star imparts its Light,To banilh thence the thick fnbfiantial Night,Yet there fo much their Puniihment they feel,As will not let them be mfenfible:There the fad Shades bewail their want of Light,And evn the dim Cimmerians fee tis Night?And, when the Scythians fix dark Moons have fpentTh expefted Day returns from Banifhment. But I am to etern
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