. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates. . te I Why then, my God, does fwift-pacd timebetrajWhat of it felfs Co fubjed to decay ?All to the Grave, their Centre, freely bend,And thither, preft with their own weight defcend Fat( tit) Fate needs not any hafty vilence ule, lbforce a motion, which linurgd they Did I the Stars more temperd matter fiiare^Fill they firft fell, I no decay fhoud fear;Or coud I like thunbodyd Angels be/Like them, Vd triumph ore I, like Infecls, fur e derive my Birthromfome plebeian, futrifying E
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates. . te I Why then, my God, does fwift-pacd timebetrajWhat of it felfs Co fubjed to decay ?All to the Grave, their Centre, freely bend,And thither, preft with their own weight defcend Fat( tit) Fate needs not any hafty vilence ule, lbforce a motion, which linurgd they Did I the Stars more temperd matter fiiare^Fill they firft fell, I no decay fhoud fear;Or coud I like thunbodyd Angels be/Like them, Vd triumph ore I, like Infecls, fur e derive my Birthromfome plebeian, futrifying Earth-Why did not Heavn a brazen temper granraDrhewme from a Rock of Adamant ? But how dare I with Heavn expoftulate,Dr blame the frailty of my mortal ftate ?[n vain my wife Creator I upbraid, Since he applauds the work,- And I was only for his pleafure made. Rupert, in i. cap. ^ Dares the unhappy Clay blafpheme the fingers of itsTotter ? How Jo ! hecauje the Totter contracting hisfingers, and firiking the Veflel with his whole hand^it is violently dajtfd to pieces, 0 VI, Ihavt iiv). ZJiaLULSinnc^ . thcc frihcni nr-eJcwerdfmenmky halt-thru Set me aS (a ?7in7kaqaviSi?/ic£ jfap., -7. zo. (33} VI: havefinned, what jhall I do unto thee, 0 tho%Preferver ef Men > Why hafi thoufet we ata Mark againfl thee ? Job 7. xp. pis juft, nor will I longer hide my ftame, j But own my felf egrqgioufly to blame :ly fins to fuch a mighty fum amount,hat hope of Pardon woud increafe thaceount -nd the black Catlogue of their unwipd fcorelalls for more Plagues thanVengeance has in ftort. I own it, Lord, nor juft reproaches fear,he eafift puniflimentl ought to bear ;[ere, at thy feet, I humbly proftrate bow,nd beg my Sentence from thy mouth to know,kail my own hands difleft my hated Womb ?ball I retire alive into my Tomb P Dz Shall (34) Shall iwith Gifts thy loaden Altar crown,Orfacrifice the Beaft, my felf, thereon I(Thofure my blood Tvoud that bkfi place prophan
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