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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44939	Pia desideria, or, Divine addresses in three books : illustrated with XLVII copper-plates / written in Latine by Herm. Hugo ; Englished by Edm. Arwaker.; Pia desideria. English	Hugo, Herman, 1588-1629.; Arwaker, Edmund, d. 1730.; Sturt, John, 1658-1730.	1686 (1686)	Wing H3350; ESTC R19094	62,987	283

often spar'd thy conquer'd Foe Less pleas'd to Conquer than to Pardon so No tyrant Passion rages in thy Breast But the meek Dove builds there her peaceful Nest And when thou wou'dst thy height of anger shew A sudden Calm unbends thy threatning brow And thou dost kindly raise the prostrate Foe With the same hand that shou'd have struck th● blow Wou'dst thou permit But oh what Eloquenc● Can with success appear in my defence Yet let me Lord plead for my self and Thee Lest ev'n thy Cause as mine may faulty be ●ord I confess I 've sinn'd but not alone Wilt thou impute a common Guilt to One Thy bare-fac'd Rebels prosper in their sin As if th' Extreme of Vice were meritting Thy brandisht Thunder thou hast oft' laid down And stretch'd a peaceful Olive in its room But ev'ry slip each inadvertency ●s magnify'd t'insuff'rable in me ● am the Mark of ev'ry wounding stroke As if I only did thy wrath provoke This I confess That most of all I do ● hear my Pray'r with my Confession too Accept the good Effects of an ill Cause And pardon sin that gains thee most applause Forgive me Conqu'ror since thou must confess Had I not err'd thy Glory had been less Greg. in 7 cap. Job lib. 8. cap. 23. ●hen God sets Man as a mark against him when Man by sinning has forsaken God But our just Creator set him as a mark against him because he thought him his enemy by his haughtiness Wherefore hidest thou thy face and holdest me for thine enimy Iob. 13. 24. VII Wherefore hidest thou thy face and holdest me for thine enemy Job 13. 24. IS' t my great Error or thy small Respect That I am treated with this cold neglect I thought thy frowns were but dissembled heat And all thy threatning looks an amorous cheat As tender Mothers draw the breast away To urge their pretty Innocents to play Or as the Nurse seems to deny a Kiss To make the fonder suppliant steal the Bliss So I believ'd thou didst avoid my sight Only to heighten my keen appetite But now alas 't is earnest all I find And not pretended Anger but design'd My kind Embrace you coyly entertain As if we never shou'd be Friends again And with such eager haste my presence shun As men from Monsters or Infection run As if my looks wou'd turn you into stone But fear not that the work 's already done So cold you are so senseless of my smart Some Magick sure has petrify'd your heart O let me know what Crime I must deplore That lets me see your dear-lov'd Face no more Why must I Love that Face no longer see That ne're till now once look'd awry on me Sure you believe there 's poyson in my breath Or that my eyes dart unavoided Death Prevent the danger with thy conqu'ring eye Unsheath its Rays and let let'Offender die Or else discharge a frown and strike me dead For more than Death I your Displeasure dread Your eyes are all I wish let them be mine The Sun unmist by me may cease to shine But if depriv'd of them not his faint light Nor all its Objects can reprize my sight Then think my Love with pity and remorse How I am tortur'd by this sad Divorce Think on the pains of unregarded Love And blame their cause if them you disapprove Amb. Apolog. pro David If any of our Servants offend us we are wont not to look upon them If this be thought a punishment among Men how much more with God for you see that God turned away his face from the Offering of Cain O that my Head were Waters and mine Eyes a fountain of Tears that I might weep day and night Ier. 9. 1. VIII O that my Head were Waters and mine Eyes a fountain of Tears that I might weep day and night Jer. 9. 1. OH that my head were one vast source of tears With bubling streams as num'rous as my hairs That grief with inexhaustible supplies Wou'd fill the Cisterns of my flowing eyes Till the fierce torrents which those springs impart Flow down my breast and stagnate round my heart Not all the tears the Royal Psalmist shed With which his Couch was wash'd himself was fed Nor those which once the weeping Mary powr'd To wash the feet of her forgiving Lord Nor those which drown'd the great Apostle's breast Whose boasted Zeal shrunk at th' affrighting Test Nor these nor more than these can e're suffice To cleanse the stains of my Impieties Give me the undiscover'd source of Nile That with sev'n Streams o'reflows th' Aegyptian So Or let Noe's wondrous Deluge be renew'd Till I am drown'd in the impetuous Flood O that these Fountains wou'd their course begin And flow as fast as I made haste to sin The weeping Limbecks never shou'd give o're Till the last drop had empty'd all their store How do I grudge the Clouds their envy'd Rain How wish the boundless Treasures of the Main Then shou'd my Tears like that just motion keep And I shou'd take a strange delight to weép Nor the swift current of my grief forbid Till in the waves this little World were hid Hid as the neighb'ring Valleys are o'respread When the warm Sun melts Pindus snowy head The blest Assyrian found in Jordans Seas A happy Med'cine for his foul Disease ●●t what kind Torrent will my Cure begin And cleanse my filthier Leprosie of Sin See! from my Saviour's side a stream of Blood ●ll bath my self in that Redeeming Flood ●hat healing Torrent was on purpose spilt ●o wash my stains and expiate all my guilt ●hat ever-flowing Ocean will suffice ●or the defect of my exhausted Eyes Hieron in Jerem. cap. 9. If I were all dissolv'd to Tears and those not only some few drops but an Ocean or a Deluge I should never weep enough The Pains of Hell came about me the snares of Death overtook me Psal 18. 4. IX The pains of Hell came about me the snares of Death overtook me Psal 18. 4. WHile in this sad distress my self I view Methinks I make Actaeon's story true Long I the pleasures of the Wood pursu'd Till like its Beasts my self grew wild and rude I hop'd with Hunting to divert my care But ran at last into the secret Snare Yet to those Woods alas I did not go Whose inn'cent Sports give health and pleasure too I spread no Toils to take the tim'rous Deer Nor aim'd my Javlin at the rugged Bear Happy had I my time so well imploy'd Nor had I been by my own Game destroy'd I had not then mis-spent my youthful days Nor torn my flesh among sharp thorny ways But I alas still ply'd the sparkling Wine That poys'nous Juice of the pernicious Vine And this expos'd me to Loves fatal Dart The false betray'r of my unguarded heart Love not contented with his Bowe alone Has more destructive Instruments than One Nor Wine alone on its own strength depends But uses Arts t'intoxicate its Friend Thus Sampson by his

o'rewhelm'd my sinking mind But while my thoughts were thus opprest with grief And nothing hop'd less than such blest relief My Love the same I sought the City round Now unexpected and unsought was found Lost between joy and fear in the surprize I durst not well give credit to my eyes And have I thee again I wou'd have cry'd But as I strove my faultring tongue deny'd As when some frightned Wife sees by her bed Her Husband long by fame reported dead Amaz'd to see what she had giv'n for lost She flies his touch and takes him for a Ghost Nor dares she till by his known voice assur'd The sight of what she most desires endure And still she fears lest she too easie prove Betray'd to this credulity by Love Thus while I trembling stand again I try Again my Life salutes my joyful eye Tost between doubt and hope and love and fear Are you my Love I cry or in his shape appear My Dear ah no! alas you are not He Yet sure you are Yes yes you are I see My Love my Life I see and know you now My secret Ecstasie discovers you Pleas'd with your voice and ravish'd with your face I fly unask'd to your belov'd embrace Thus thus I 'll bind you to me and prevent A second search the Soldiers merriment O that my arms were Chains and each part else Feet hands and all were Gives and Manacles Then with a triple band my Love I 'd bind Close as the Elm is by the Vine entwin'd The snaky Ivy does not closer crawl About the ruins of its dear-lov'd Wall And while my busie hands your neck inclose Think that no burthen which their kindness shews Remember Love you have been absent long And time that did it must repair the wrong But of the recompence you soon complain And e're my Joys commence are gone again But hold you must not think to fly me so First force your way and if you conquer go Beda in Cant. cap. 3. When I had found him I held him so much the faster by how much the longer I was in finding him But it is good for me to hold me fast by God to put my trust in the Lord God Psal. 73. 27. XIII But it is good for me to hold me fast by God to put my trust in the Lord God Psal 73. 27. THro what strange turns of fortune have I past Just as a Ball from hand to hand is tost Wars loud allarms were first my sole delight And hope of Glory led me out to fight Arms rais'd my courage Arms were all my care As if I had no other bus'ness here Oft' with a Song I past my tedious hour While I stood Centry on some lofty Tow'r Oft' I the Enemies designs betray'd And shew'd their motions by the signs I made I learnt t' intrench a Camp and Bulwarks rear With all the skill of a good Engineer I ever forward was and bold in fight And did to action the faint Troops excite None better understood the Arts of War None more the Soldiers or Commanders care Oft' in the Lybian Desarts did I sweat Tir'd with the Sand and melted with the heat Choak'd with the dust yet not a River nigh The place as little moisture had as I. How oft' have I swam mighty Rivers o're With heavy Armour loaden tir'd and sore And still my Sword across my mouth I laid Whene're I did the adverse stream invade Thus long the Camp has had my company A Footman first now of the Cavalry My Breast-plate has ten shots of Arrows born And with no less my Head-piece has been torn Thrice was My Horse shot under me my Crest Four times struck off and I as oft' distrest Yet boldly I expos'd my self to harm And in my En'mies blood my hand was warm But on my back I did no wounds receive My ready breast met all my Foes durst give For boldly against Fire and Sword I stood And flights of Arrows which the Sky did cloud On heaps of men slain by my Sword I trod And as I mov'd my way with Corps I strow'd But yet the man that did these Conquests gain Cou'd not with all his pow'r his wish obtain With all his Lawrels won and Foes o'recome His Crowns deserv'd and Trophies too brought home One fault did all his former Triumphs blast And blotted out their memory at last The General cashier'd me with a word And o're my head broke my once useful Sword And thus in publick scorn my Fame expir'd With the dear purchace of my Blood acquir'd O my dear God! had I born arms for Thee Thy favour had not thus deserted me All my desires are firmly plac'd on Thee And there secure as Ships at Anchor lie Behind thy Altar then I 'll lay my Arms And bid a long adieu to War's allarms But soon my mind on Gain was all intent Gain to my thoughts such sweets did represent A Ship I bought which when I fraighted well Abroad I steer'd to purchase and to sell In both the Indies I expos'd my Ware No Port was known but I had trafique there For from small Ventures large Acquests to gain Was all the busie study of my brain Wealth now came flowing in with such a Tide It wou'd not in my straitned Chests abide My Ships came loaden from the Indian-shoar But next return they perish'd at my door My Books with Debtors names still larger grew But they forswore and so I lost my due And thus like Salt my Wealth got by the Sea Did in the place of its acquest decay How peaceful is the man and how secure Whom War did ne're delight nor Gain allure No more shall Gain my cheated fancy please That cannot purchace one short minutes ease What shall I do since my attempts are vain In War no Fame in Trade no Wealth I gain Then to the Court I hastily repair My Fame as soon finds kind reception there I 'm brought before the King and kiss his hand He likes my Person gives me a Command Now grown his Fav'rite I have all his ear Whate're I speak he eagerly does hear And to new Honors does me still advance Not the effect of merit but of chance But whether his mistake or my desert I am indear'd and wound into his heart Oft' in discourse we spent the busie day And ne're regarded how it past away Nay without me he wou'd not play nor eat My presence gave a relish to his meat No Fav'rite e're was dearer to his Prince No Prince such Favours ever did dispense ●●janus rul'd not thus his Master's heart ●is wary Lord allow'd him but a part ●or Clytus self cou'd greater Honors have ●ho the Worlds Conqu'ror was almost his Slave ●is new advancement pleas'd my thoughts 't is true For there are secret charms in all things new The Courtiers envy and the Crowds admire To see the King my company desire But oh on Kings 't is folly to depend Whose Pow'r much more their Favours

As the chas'd Hart for the refreshing stream Cyril in Joan. lib. 3. cap. 10. It is an excellent water that allays the pernicious thirst of this world and the heat of Vice that washes off all the stains of sin that waters and improves the Earth in which our Souls inhabit and restores the mind of man that thirsts with an earnest desire to its God When shall I come and appear before the presence of God Psal. 42. 2. XII When shall I come and appear before the presence of God Psal 42. 2. WIth promis'd Joys my ears thou oft' didst fill But they are only Joys of promise still Didst thou not say thou soon wou'dst call me home Be just my Love and kindly bid me come Expecting Lovers count each hour a day And death to them 's less dreadful than delay A tedious train of months and years is gone Since first you bid me hope yet gave me none Why with delays dost thou abuse my love And fail my vain expectancies above While thus th' insulting Crowd derides my woe Where 's now your Love how well he keeps his Vow Haste then and home thy longing Lover take If not for mine yet for thy promise sake When shall I come before thy Throne and see Thy glorious Scepter kindly stretch'd to me For Thee I pine for Thee I am undone As drooping Flow'rs that want their Parent Sun O cruel tort'rer of my wounded Soul Grant me thy presence and I shall be whole O when thou Joy of all admiring eyes When shall I see thee on thy Throne of bliss As when unwelcom night begins its sway And throws its sable mantle o're the day The withering glories of the Garden fade And weeping Groves bewail their lonely shade To melancholly silence men retire And no sweet Note sounds from the feather'd Choir But hardly can the dawning morn display The welcom Ensigns of th' approaching day But the glad Gardens deck themselves anew And the cheer'd Groves shake off their heavy Dew To early homage Man himself devotes And Birds in Anthems strain their tuneful throats So without Thee I grieve I pine I mourn So triumph so revive at Thy return But Thou unkind bidst me delight my eyes With other Beauties other Rarities Sometimes thou bidst me mark the flow'ry Field What various scents and shews its Pastures yield Then to the Stars thou dost direct my sight For they from Thine derive their borrow'd light Then saist Contemplate Man in Him thou 'lt see The great resemblance of thy Love and Me. Why wou'dst thou thus deceive me with a shade A trifling Image that will quickly fade My fancy stoops not to a mortal aim Thou thou hast kindled and must quench my flame O glorious Face worthy a Pow'r Divine Where Love and Awe with equal mixture shine Triumphant Majesty of that bright Ray Where blushing Angels prostrate homage pay We in thy Works thy fix'd impressions trace Yet still but faint reflections of thy Face When this inchanted World 's compar'd with Thee It s boasted Beauty 's all deformity Thy Stars no such transcending glories own As Thine whose light exceeds all theirs in one This truth some one of them can best declare Who on the Mount thy blest spectators were Who on Thy Glories were allow'd to gaze And saw Heav'n opned in Thy wondrous Face Nor can we blame thy great Apostle's Zeal To whom thou didst that happy sight reveal That slighting all things heretofore most dear Was all for building Tabernacles there Yet he beheld Thee then within a Veil The killing Rays thou kindly didst conceal He saw a lambent flame thy Face surround Thy Temples with a dazling Glory crown'd How had he wondred at the nobler Light Whose bare Reflection was so heav'nly bright But oh That 's inaccessible to humane sight Then me oh me to that blest state receive Where I may see thee all and seeing live When will that happy day of Vision be When I shall make a near approach to Thee Be wrapt in Clouds and lost in Mystery 'T is true the Sacred Elements impart Thy virt'ual presence to my faithful heart But to my sense still unreveal'd thou art This tho a great is an imperfect bliss T' embrace a Cloud for the bright God I wish My Soul a more exalted pitch wou'd sly And view Thee in the heights of Majesty Oh! when shall I behold Thee all serene Without an envious cloudy Veil between When distant Faith shall in near Vision cease And still my Love shall with my Joy increase That happy day dear as these Eyes shall be And more than all the dearest things but Thee Aug. in Psal 42. ●f thou sindest any thing better than to behold the face of God haste thee thither Wo be to that love of thine if thou dost but imagine any thing more beautiful than He from whom all Beauty that delights thee is derived O that I had the wings of a Dove for then I would fly away and be at rest Psal. 55. 6. XIII ● that I had the wings of a Dove for then I would fly away and be at rest Psal 55. 6. THo great Creator I receive from Thee All that I am and all I hope to be ●et might this humble Clay expostulate ● wou'd complain of my defective state To Man th' ast given the boundless Regency Of three vast Realms the Ocean Earth and Sky But oh how shall this ample Pow'r be try'd When still the means to use it are deny'd Pardon my hasty censure of thy skill Who think thy mighty Work defective still Nor am I forward to correct thy Art By wishing man a Casement in his heart Whose dark recesses all the world might see That prospect justly is reserv'd for Thee But the defect I mourn is greater far His want of Wings to bear him thro the Air. Inferiour Creatures no perfection want To hinder their enjoyment of Thy grant The scaly Race have nimble Fins allow'd With which they range about their native Flood And all the feather'd Tenants of the Air Born up on tow'ring Wings expatiate there Thus ev'ry Creature finds a blest content Adapted to its proper Element But Man for the command of all design'd Is still to One injuriously confin'd While Nature often is extravagant And gives his Subjects more than what they want Some of the watry kind we know can fly And visit when they please the lofty Sky And in exchange some of the aëry brood Descend and turn bold Pirates in the Flood While still to Man Heav'n does all means deny To exercise his vain Authority Ev'n buzzing Insects with light wings are blest ●n whose small frame Heav'n has much art exprest But Man the great the noble Master-piece Wants a perfection that abounds in these Nay some the meanest of the feather'd kind For neither profit nor delight design'd Stretch their Dominions to a vast extent Nor pleas'd with Two range a third Element Sometimes on Earth they walk with stately pace And sport and