. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . er to his Prince;No Prince fuch Favours ever did diipenfe. Se]anm (14?) Scjarjpu ruld not thus his Mailers Heart 5His wary Lord allowed him but a part:Nor Ci^tus felf coud^r^^r^r Honours have,Tho* thQ fVorlds Conqfiror vvasalmoft his Slave,This nevp advancement pleasd my thoughts, tis true,( For there are fecret Charms in all things new.)The Courtiers envy^ and the Crowds admireTo fee the Kin^ w> Company , oh! on Kings tis Folly to depend,Whofe FctpV, much more their Favours^ quickly en
. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . er to his Prince;No Prince fuch Favours ever did diipenfe. Se]anm (14?) Scjarjpu ruld not thus his Mailers Heart 5His wary Lord allowed him but a part:Nor Ci^tus felf coud^r^^r^r Honours have,Tho* thQ fVorlds Conqfiror vvasalmoft his Slave,This nevp advancement pleasd my thoughts, tis true,( For there are fecret Charms in all things new.)The Courtiers envy^ and the Crowds admireTo fee the Kin^ w> Company , oh! on Kings tis Folly to depend,Whofe FctpV, much more their Favours^ quickly end^The King to Trovens does all his Smiles convert,And as he/^IV, {o^hates^ tvithoHt Favour fowrs to Rage, and I am lentFar flrom my Native Soil to Banijhment,My fall to Hiftry adds one Story more,A Story I for ever mud Sejanus had not a feverer fate,Nor CAf/^shappinels a fhorter God ! how great is their fecurity,Whofe hopes and wiihes all are fixd on thee <* Aug. in PiaL 36. For fake all other toves; he is fairer who createdHe ana? and Earth, XIV. I/ate (»44). I sate J^rn inn^c?^ /lU shadaiv^v/icin I ^ (h?) XIV. Ifatt down under hisfhadow (jvhom I lovt£)mth great delight^ Cant. iij. j. IN a long journey to an unknown Clime,Much ground I travetd^ and confuryid much time ^Tin weary grown, computing in my mind,I thought the lliorteft of my way when I better had furveyd the race,I found there ftill remained the greater my faint Limbs grew feeble with defpair,Difcouragd at a journey falevere:With hands and eyes ere6l, I vent my griefTo Heav n, in hope from thence to find relief. Oh ! who will fhade me from \}^fcorchmg he^it f[See on my head how the fierce Sun-beams beat iWhile by their fervor parchd, the burning SandTorments my Feet, and fcarce will let me you I praife, dear Groves, and fhady with cool Springs, and fweetrefrefliing Flowrs. L Th€W (146) Then wifii th expanded Poplar woud oerfpread,Or
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