. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . Fate I Why then, my God, does {\vift-pac d Time betray,What of it felf s fo fubjeft to decay ?All to the Grave^ their Centre^ freely bend,And thither^ preft with their own weight, defcend;Fate neseds not any hafty viIence ufe,To force a motion, which unurgd they chufe. Did I the Stars more temperd matter fhare^Till they firft fell, I no decay fhoud fear:Or coud I like thunbody d Arjgels be,Like them, Id triumph oer /, like Infers^ f^^^f derive my BirthTrom fame Plebeian, futrifying Ear
. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . Fate I Why then, my God, does {\vift-pac d Time betray,What of it felf s fo fubjeft to decay ?All to the Grave^ their Centre^ freely bend,And thither^ preft with their own weight, defcend;Fate neseds not any hafty viIence ufe,To force a motion, which unurgd they chufe. Did I the Stars more temperd matter fhare^Till they firft fell, I no decay fhoud fear:Or coud I like thunbody d Arjgels be,Like them, Id triumph oer /, like Infers^ f^^^f derive my BirthTrom fame Plebeian, futrifying did not Heavn an Iron temper grant,Dr hew me from a Rock of Adamant ? But how dare I with Heavn cxpoftulate,Dr blame t4ie frailty of my mortal ftate?N^or ought proud Clay its Potter eer upbraid,>Jor fcorns he that weak Veflel which he has made. Rupert, in Jerem. lib. i. cap. 4. Dares the iwhapjy Clay hlafpheme the fingers of itsPotter f How fo ! hecattfe the Potter contracltTighis fingers., and firikjf^g the Vcffel with his wholehofjd^ it is violmlf daf,?d to peceu VI. I have (?o). I/mvjiJm?ic7,iv/iatshalllJc^ unlcrhaStfhcni Jet me aS{n mai^a^dmMcc ZV. ;C. JP. 3<i- (30 Vf. / have finmd^ xvhut {hall I do unto thee^ 0thou Preferver of M^n f Why hafi thoufet me as a Mark againfi thet ? Job T^I S juft, nor will I longer hide my jfhame, A But own my felf egregioufly to blame:My Sins to flich a mighty fumm amount,That hope of Pardon wou d inaeafe tliaccount jAnd the black Catlogue of their uhwipd fcore,Calls for more Plagues than Vengeance has in ftorc, I own it, Lord, nor juil Dijhonour fear \Since piblic\ Pumfhrn^m I ought to , at thy Feet, I humbly proftrate bow,And beg my Sentence from thy Mouth to my own Hand thy dread Revenge make my felf my own fad Monfim€ HShall I with Gifts thy leaden Altar crown,Or facrifice the Beaft, my felf, thereon?( Tho^ fare my Blood rvond that bleft fUce frofhane,Jftdgiv^ what it fh<i
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