. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . wiihd to exercife ibme Tyrants rage. Or in fomeglorious hazard Id engage. So warm a heat within my blood did play. While on the eafie Bed of Peace I lay: But when this hat forfook me with my Loze, Colder than Scythian Frofis my Blood did prove. So FioTprs, which gentle Zephyrs kindly rear. Nipt by cold Frofis, decay and dilappear : So Lamps bum bright, while Oyl maintains their fire. But as rW ceafe?, languifh and expire. Absl (I26) Alas! my Love^ I fought thee in my Bed,Who on the Crofs hadft laid
. Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates . wiihd to exercife ibme Tyrants rage. Or in fomeglorious hazard Id engage. So warm a heat within my blood did play. While on the eafie Bed of Peace I lay: But when this hat forfook me with my Loze, Colder than Scythian Frofis my Blood did prove. So FioTprs, which gentle Zephyrs kindly rear. Nipt by cold Frofis, decay and dilappear : So Lamps bum bright, while Oyl maintains their fire. But as rW ceafe?, languifh and expire. Absl (I26) Alas! my Love^ I fought thee in my Bed,Who on the Crofs hadft laid thy weary head :Feace was my Bed, while the curft Crofs was 7%he,I fliou*dhave fbnght Thee by that fatal time I loft in feeking thee around,But fought thee where thou wert not to be found. Greg, (l27) Greg, in Ezek. Horn. 19. Then rve may be faid to fee\oHr Be-loz/ed in Bed^ when being amnfedwith any little fort of a Rejiin thisprefent Life^ Tve yet ftgh after ourRedeemer. We feel{him in the Nightybecanfetho then the Soul is wahjng^yet the Eye is fiill in darhpefs. XL IrviU (128). Jrm// rue arid ^a oL-oiit i/ic^ City tn i/icSi^cclS^ and ifi f/m Ir^c^ad 7i\iyj^ T 7villSlcL hini 7i/ic77t 77iy Send lcn:ct/i;Tj(nt^^thim IutJfcriind /lim Ticrt. C^ant. ? . z-. ( »29) XI. / Will rife^ andgo about the Citj in theJIreetSyand in the hroad ways Imllftekhim rvhommy Soulloveth : I fought him^ but I foundhim noty Cant. iij. 2. AT laft, tho Ute^ my Error does appear,Had Ifearchd roeIII fure hzA found my Dear,I thought him wrapt in fofc repofe, in Bed^Ealing \i\s troubled breafl^ and weary He ad-^But there (alas I) my Love I coud not find,A harder Lodging was for him deiignd. Alas 1 my Life, alas! what fliall I do ?How can I reft or fleep deprivd oCToh ?No, thoa thoufand Rivers murmVing noiieShoud court me to it with one lulling voice \Nor tho as many whifpVing Gro-ues confpire,And join the Mufick of their feather d ^ire,Scarce clofe my weary Eyes, with Cares oppr6ft>When Sorrow
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