. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . ch bleft Soul with Extaiies infpire;While This difturbd, at evVy hideous yell,Shall in the Damnd raife a new dread of Hell:That knows nofharp excels of cold or heat,In This the wretches always freefe or reign Eternal Refi, and foft Refofe -,Here, painful toil no end or meafure , void of grief, does nought afflictive fee;This, ftill difturbd, from troubles never happy Life! O vaft unequalld Blifs!O Death accursd! O endlefs Miferies!For that or this muft be the doubtfull ca
. Pia desideria; or, Divine addresses, in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . ch bleft Soul with Extaiies infpire;While This difturbd, at evVy hideous yell,Shall in the Damnd raife a new dread of Hell:That knows nofharp excels of cold or heat,In This the wretches always freefe or reign Eternal Refi, and foft Refofe -,Here, painful toil no end or meafure , void of grief, does nought afflictive fee;This, ftill difturbd, from troubles never happy Life! O vaft unequalld Blifs!O Death accursd! O endlefs Miferies!For that or this muft be the doubtfull cafi,Nor may we throw agen when once tis wile then, Man, nor will thy care be vain,To fhun the Misery, and the Blifs obtain ; /gajnGive Heavn thy Heart, if thou its Crown woudft Aug. Soliloq. cap. 3 What more lamentable and more dreadful can bethought of than that terrible Sentence, Go ? Whatmore delightful, than that ^leafing Invitation,Come ? They are two words y of which nothing canbe heard more affrighting than the One, nothingmore rejoycing than the Other. F 4 XV. My . *My /ifc is rvnccencld tviin /icaiwicfs,a/iJ im years n+tt/i Mcnir/unkttalji it Yjfe. (73) XV. My life is waxen old with heavinefsy and myyears with mourning, Pfal. WHat lowing Star ruld my unhappy Birth,And banifhd thence all days ofeafe & mirth ?While expectation ftill deludes my mind,Pleased with vain hope fomefmiling hour to find:But ftiil that fmiling hour forbears to come,^nd fends a row of Mourners in its hop d alternate courfes in each day,And that the/W to fairer woud give way:And as the Sun difpelsthe Clouds of Night,When he to Heavn reftores his welcomLight;Or as the Moons kind infi ence brings againThe rifing motion of the low-ebbd Main:So I, with unfuccesful Augury,Prefagd things fi as I woud have them be :But, oh \ my grief exceeds in length and fumThe Widows Tribute at her Husbands Tomb:She^ when the Author of her Joy is gone.[s twice-fix months confind to mourn alone 5 : -
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